Nostalgia

Daylight creeps into a blissful morn
But the nightfall in me remains
The rainfalls leave me dry
But wash away within the signs
of previous thought and life

A crowd that surrounds me
But silence is that reaches me
All the hands that tried to catch me
But My Fall was destined

The path back home
Long lost and forgotten
I have left them no reason
To ponder about me
Or treasure my memories
In caskets of Gold

The night will descend again
Taking along with it daylight
Like waves of an ocean
That take away and give back
Just memories of a broken past ......