Last Years Ghost Poem by Robert Azulay

As Darker times
Near far horizons
We chase our dreams
And synchronize
The faded screams
Of dying wise men
Lend a hand
As greater times end

Solemn, lonesome
Dust fogged roads
From last years ghosts
Dwell tragic glows
That last kiss,
The dying rose
Is cold just like
the hearts we own

Say your piece
then disappear
Ill be on my way from here
Lovely violets and waning suns
Turn to grey and come undone

Dying breeds and finding hope
Twisted views, Kaleidoscopes