The Forgotten Dead

The ghosts of years, long since past,
dim now are their memories of lives once vast.
Their blue cloudless skies, have grayed above,
forever silenced from a world so loved.

Apparitions wander the ruins under a crumbling arch,
through fading light of the ages, left to an endless march.
Alone with whispers to be carried upon the scentless breeze,
a murmur of the forgotten dead, speaking from across the sea.

Shay White

Copyright 2007