When old haunts haunt!

Imagination lies in

the mists of time

where ghosts of yesterday

become the ghosts of tomorrow

to be overwhelmed by

the ghosts living today.

I'm swallowed in the reality

of the now....

left haunted.

Do shadows move

when time stands still

or do they wait

for the strike of midnight?

Either way, they're moving closer

as I see their symmetry outlines

similar to mine.

When old haunts haunt

there's an overfeeding of ghosts,

echoing the

signs of the times

carried in minds.