The past a garden best left untended,
for the blooms only wait for tomorrow.
Where mortals watch and wait time descended,
for memories dance within your sorrow.

Grey haired thoughts will make you stronger,
this wilderness of shadows only fades.
Gracious when blood has lost its colour,
this parliament of thought finally invades.

When the ghosts of forgotten souls entwined,
stand up and know the measure of your heart.
Inhale the hurricane within your mind,
fury and rage will often play their part.

As music drifts like words of a lover,
bravery can be ignorance of outcome.
As demons can let go of a sinner,
the spirit can speak without an anthem.