Lost Souls

They wander where the silence grows,

Beneath the moon’s eternal pose,

In alleyways of shattered light,

Between the folds of night.

Eyes that once held glow and flame

Now can't blink without a sense of name,

Their voices swallowed by the mist,

As though they never did exist.

They haunt the edges of ones dream,

Where nothing's ever what it seems,

A whisper here, a shadow there,

A memory stripped cold and bare.

No purpose holds them to the earth,

No laughter attached to joy nor birth.

They float on winds that never sleep,

Their sorrow buried dark and deep.

But still they yearn, a silent plea,

For someone just to let them be

To speak their name, to light a flame,

To call them home, or just be the same.

So if you feel a chill one night,

A flicker just beyond your sight

It might not be the wind that blows,

But footsteps of the lost in solemn.

Remember them, though time has passed

For every souls deserve to last

And in your heart, if you make room,

You might just free them from their gloom.