Phantoms rushing through my head

There and then gone,

Like the effulgent light streaming through the giddy window

Of laughter,

Caught up in

The streaming tide

Of hope and happiness

Of sorrow and regret

And sadness

That good things must end.

Out like a light, gone

Like phantoms

Flying through my head whispering secrets

Of lost love

And singing

In high voices of beauty

That I have no hope of ever attaining.