Whispers of Memories

It is not a ghost; it is the wind, you say

But are they not one and the same?

Whispers of memories lost to the sky

The shiver that runs down your spine

Howls and wails of a life long forgotten

A creation which you cannot fathom

Faint scents in the air that lingers

Cool kisses blown through your fingers

It is a phantom; it is a tempest, I say

They are one and the same.