I wander through the streets,

A ghost with many laments.

Treading through the silently peaceful road,

Carrying a sea of intangible emotions.

Fleeting and returning feelings of joy,

Swirling in this maelstrom of the mind.

I wander with relapsing hopes.

A poem of farewell for all regrets.

The strangling calm,

the scent of evening dew.

Even the moon seems to disappear with the memories.

Street lights of indescribable warmth,

Makes the shadows dance.

The distant cries of cars are swallowed by despair.

The next steps become unbearable.

For this single night,

A requiem for dreams is held.

Echoing shouts of bliss undulate with the sirens in the distance.

The smooth spinning of bicycle wheels

Mix with the phantom steps of children.

The winter air seems to be laced with a summer-like euphoria

The plants awaken and blossoms form and leave with a blink.

The streets are empty, yet filled with a festival of dreams.

A helix of experiences on repeat,

Beat of footsteps near the basketball court.

Whispers and soft laughs drowned by the wind.

A dream-like fragrance that mellows the heart.

With whom can I share this burden of nostalgia?

The shadows reform with my march,

The songs in an indefinite cycle.

The glass of memories holds all imperfections,

Facets form from sharp thorns,

Amplified by the moonlight.

The ephemeral shadows of the past

Join me on my march.

Solemn wills with joyous moments

To you all, I offer this requiem of the past.

Past passion and hatred

Coalesce with innocent joys.

The sound of invisible ghosts

Create a song with the beat of my heart.

What is lost will be found again.

Even the bitterness I wish to forget resurfaces again.

A kaleidoscope of sorrows shines brighter than the stars.

The children of the past run through the fields

Under the grand blue fantasy.

Faces I’ve seen and forgotten.

To you all, I give a part of me,

A sacrifice for the time I must live.

A song of poignant joys that will never be understood,

Plays endlessly behind the beating of distant rain.

Inured by the sufferings,

I laugh silently.

The lights swirl with every breath,

The songs of grievances and joys come close to an end.

Limping after an untouchable past,

They run further through those dancing fields

Up the stairs to the dark blue sky.

Even in this twisted beauty,

The shadows dance with the light.