Ghosts Of The Past Poem by Megan Lacey

Midnight whispers, ghosts of the past....
They've been dust for a century yet
Still they last...
Would they live again,
If given half a chance?
Would they sing again,
Of an ageless romance?

Echoes of yesterday, leading me on...
They are remnants of a sweet old song
I hear something saying that it is not gone.

The faintest whiff of roses...
A shadow cast by itself...
Is this the work of a ghost,
Or just some mischievous elf?

Am I unwise to have come here alone?
Yet I have the strangest impression,
A feeling that I've come home.