Night air trembling
Soft dark assembling
Old ghosts resembling
The shape of me
Shadow hands reaching
Half truths teaching
Distant echoes breaching
My memory’s gate
Moon pulse humming
Storm signs coming
Heartbeats drumming
Against my ribs
Dream war rising
Fate revising
Every fear disguising
Itself as light
Time cracks glowing
Cold winds blowing
Yesterday showing
Its hidden face
Thoughts keep twisting
Old wounds insisting
Lost names listing
Inside my chest
Dawn breath shaking
Nightfall breaking
Truth threads waking
Beneath the smoke
Eyes blink open
Spell still unbroken
Words left unspoken
But I return
Yesterday lingers
Dust on my fingers
A shadow that clings or
Refuses to fade