Shadows behind the sun, echoing with words,
Meanings stuck in transit, the music of the Byrds.
Brimming lives at stake as all hearts ache.
Years pass like phantoms, passions of the heart,
Silence breeds silence, pink faeries play their part.
Forget what you remember, give and never take,
Rip the veil off the mysteries, a lady in a lake,
Mirroring the wind tonight shakes us into spring
Endings that are lost, my friend, plead, beg, yearn.
Lying at the heart of the mystery, the need to perceive,
Half-created by the stillness of the seas
 Lying hid behind the door, the garden of delights. Forgetting is so simple, 
Days evaporate, catching a glimpse, a gleam, to wrap around a dream
This is a ghost writing elegy, for all that appears, or seems.