My shadows are with me both day and night
You won’t see them, for they are not for your sight
They are from memories that lie in the back of my head
That only come to fore when its time for my bed

I can also hear the voices of those long since gone
No matter where I go, they still travel along
They mean me no harm, they are both gentle and kind
Even though they’re all gone, they’re still alive in my mind

© Peter Southern 13th Feb 2008