Whispers of a past life,
My last life
Trickle through the evening light
My head swims
My eyes are bright
Sleep pulls at the strings of my mind
As if I were a puppet
My eyes go blind
I slither into a slumber
My dreams and memories twined
Whispers of that past life
That last life
Form shapes and signs
In the depths of my mind
As the last of the light
Leaves the the day behind
