As I wander through my life I find something lost.
Something I perhaps once had, but have now long forgot.

Only a glimmer of memory, in this most haunted place.
A sigh, a smile perhaps a look on your still shadowy face.

I look for you each place I go, sifting through haunted locations.
Piecing together what I can’t see hoping for this restoration.

What was it we had that continues to bind me?
If it’s been lost why does all of this remind me?

And of what…

I wouldn’t wish this if I’d had a choice.
Just a whisper of your former voice.

Will you be whole again? Will you find me here?
My whole life built so strangely because I knew you were near.

Is this what they call fate, or just all circumstance?
Led by your fleeting hand into paranormal romance.

-Seline

I walk in silence,
in this most haunted place.
Dew now clinging,
to my hands and face.
The morning light,
still quite far away.
I see ghosts here,
watch them laugh and play.
Is it too far reaching?
Is it in my head?
How can one be sure,
they are among the dead?

-Seline

Speak low in this haunted room,
where so many gather to hear.
Listen closely to these whispers,
one among them you may hold dear.

Halls of ghostly encounters,
brushing by like wind in the night.
A wisp here and vanished,
A play of the shadows and light.

Wander softly within them,
windows lighted by only the moon.
So much beyond understanding,
we may all be with them soon.

-Seline

Quick whispers in quiet night,
This stretch of time that has no end.

Too fast this whimsy flight.
Shifty shadows down halls descend.

Only candle flutters dim.
Drafty disturbances of cold.

Something whispers of stories grim,
And tales yet untold.

-Seline