Ghosts Of Yesterday Poem by Karen TeichCluster

She stands in the moonlight
shrouded in silence
And time stands still, because in the moonlight
there is no light of tomorrow.
Only the ghosts of yesterday move about,
floating, dancing in her heart.
They steal her soul, as only they can.
And she laughs, and she lets them.

She stands in the moonlight
and closes her eyes
so she won't see it fade;
so she won't see the ghosts fly away
As they always do,
because they have no tomorrow.

She stands in the moonlight
and her soul cries
for the yesterdays of her heart.