Silent Walkers (section)

Softly and silently they walk
Through the whispering, marshy glen.
A haunting of you and me –
My distant memory of When…

When we moved together in time
On a path sprung alive by our dreams,
But we never stopped to look
At the threads wearing bare at the seams.

So now We have faded to Them –
Impressions, memories, ghosts.
Forever to haunt in the glen
That my rambling heart ever hosts.