The Flame

I do not want to go softly into the night;

Instead, I would like to be thoroughly used up when I am done.

To burn as brightly as possible until that last flicker of light –

Leaving nothing but the memory, I gave no ground.

No sanctuary to the dark,

Providing a light to others…

a steady guide to show the well worn path

in the twilight of life.

The Ghost of Yesterday

The ghosts of my yesterday’s haunt me,

They call out in the darkness,

Whispering softly in the cool night’s air.

Beckoning me back to the memories of my mind,

Silent sentinels guarding the door to those thoughts –

Which still remain, unspoken friend to my soul.

You can never know, the secrets they hold.