Memories Overgrown

Walking through fields
of memories overgrown
with echoes slowly falling

Weeding through the ghosts
when ghosts are all I've ever known
Can you hear them calling

Their words etched upon the wall of meaning
We carve paths to the grave
Hoping we can read them
Oh, past the monuments
to mortal treason

Weaving through a patchwork of dreams
in a body worn to the soul
Through a thousand burned out seasons
wrestling for control
Outside the window of time
The shadows of my mind

Can you hear them calling

Can you hear them calling

Jeremy Gilchrist 2010

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