The Ghosts of my past.

December 11th, 2009-Lullaby.

A whispered lullaby;

Makes its way into your head.

Beautiful words drift from your open mouth.

And I listen to the sound of waves.

Oh, the sound of waves.

Reminds me of the gentle ways.

Remember when you used to sing?

I remember when you used to sing.

Your voice it plays over in my head.

And I dream; so silently.