Winter Kinght

There are shadows in my mind,
pale shapes with faceless cries.
I feel so old, yet I am no older.
The years pass me by and the seasons change.
I am a timeless entity trapped on an unforgiving road-
stained red by bleeding roses.

The ghosts in my mind haunt my waking hours.
Not all of them are familiar,
none of them strike a chord inside me.
But one face stands out, younger, smiling-
its the same one I glimpse in passing shop windows.
Haunted bruised hollow eyes gazing back at me,
my own.

I do not know myself,
I am as much a ghost as the fleeting faces.
I am cold, hard, unforgiving winter with no sun.
Yet in my dreams I catch snatches of whiteyellowgold,
a blue so vast it blows me away in a sea of warmth.
Hope, safety- wrapped in shrouded mystery,
something I once called home.