Ghost Lights

Here I walk on my own again,
No shelter in the autumn rain,
Rusty leaves paint the world in marble gold,
While the sun stares down so cold

Silent tombs wait outside,
Illuminated by a shivering light
Through the bleak window of my soul,
Emptiness enshrouds this light in woe

The naked trees are the audience,
Winds whisper lullabies of evanescence,
Myriads of shadows around so old
And with every fallen leaf, a long lost soul