Twilights Of Yesterday

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