Ghosts Drift By My Window

I awake from a fleeting dream

And a line of ghosts silently stream

By my windows,

Somnambulant wandering

Daily, hourly

A silent parade

Of half remembered faces and forgotten names,

Through my back door

And back out through the front

And each I recognize in passing

A transient from a far-off world

That I also once knew

Memories of lives and loves

Over the edge of the enclosing night

Dashed upon the rocks of time

And the neighbors quietly whisper

Half in jest

And half earnest

Among themselves

And ask one another

If anyone still lives in that house next door

Always quiet, dark and still

And there is never any answer

As no one really knows

And all I know is that this house is empty

And remains for rent