Whispers of the Past Remind

The ghost of me I used to be
a portrait down the hall
pictures taken aging not
to tell our rise and fall
The struggle is the glory
life evasion lends erosion
stuck in time as prints remind
a time our hearts were frozen
Frigid not but furthered thought
a snapshot of the soul
tempered instrumental
never tarnished bought or sold
Simply just a moment
life was new and passions free
when time is gone reflect upon
the ghost you used to be

Centered...

All the world is right tonight
nothings out of place,
God himself is smiling
down upon our slowing pace.
All the pieces fell to fit
corners have aligned,
thoughts of you in dusky hue
are running through my mind.
Nothing more worth fighting for
but battle's out of sight,
God himself is smiling
and all the world is right.