There are places

we remember

they hold promise

to our dreams

Faces we remember,

constant in our dreams.

If only all the shadows

might speak

might come alive

when then

when how could we forget

the shadows and the faces.

We might feel pain

yet there is always

the afterward

when given pause

when thoughts alive

we find a peace

we have a need to remind

ourselves how soon we forgot,

what once made us happy,

now leaves us wanting.

In our shadows and dreams

we can visit each other

it seems.

Our faces are clear

stepping into the sunlight.