It was so long that time I recall.
There were some pieces of things which I saw.
Some little sounds at night.
Spoken in words I could not understand,
But a meaning that I knew,
I cannot be the only one to go through it.
But at the time, I see before me, smiling faces so bright.
All at once they go, and vanish into the night.
So the only face I see is my own reflection.
And as the pool stands still, it sends a chill through me,
As ripples form on its surface.
The wind sweeps everything familiar away.
All else, is a fantasy which blocks my way home.
As every specter comes to block all the paths.
The only one who knows the road ahead,
And I forgot.