Those shadows in the dark,
Ghosts of the past,
Come alive in the heat of the dreams,
What has been and gone,
Emerges again,
Deep within a sleep,
That aroma of scent,
That favourite tune,
Find's us dancing in the wind,
Footprints left in the sand,
Where we had been,
A dance of two lovers,
As the message is read,
To stir from the sleep,
As the footprints disappear,
Claimed by a rising tide,
As the ghosts go back to the past,
Again,