Moving On

Flowing past on memory's wings
above soft and empty streets of yore
rolling through the sky, it sings;
ethereal echoes, "nevermore"

Well past the quiet phantom pale
each yielding to the solemn call;
light footsteps on the glowing trail
leave embers for the Dreamer's trawl

Tracing shadows in the silent rain;
only sleep will make these plain

Yonder goes the Dreamer's mind
over each phantasmic glow
until the past is left behind.