Night is when nostalgia creeps
Slowly into my mind
Seeping into folds of thought
Not one was left behind.
Memories can fall like rain
In unforgotten dreams
And when nightmare strikes you'll hear no sounds
But for my empty screams.
Wistful snow begins to melt
and gathers up in pools
I look behind the glassy road
And laugh at my past self's fool.
When day sets in and magic fades
My pondering ceases to be
But despite color of light; size of vision and sight
My regrets still remain chained to me.
