Cloaked emotions, wrapped in silk,
Tugged away in backs of closets,
Sheltered in darkness to be unveiled,
Once old wounds are healed and mended.
Old skeletons find means to slip past,
Lock and bolt to glide into unconsciousness,
Drifting past thoughts into dreams,
Escorting wariness in a midnight waltz.
Past and present seem no strangers
Distorted likeness of same self
Mirror images gawking at one another
Through a mudded glass screen of time
Passions pressing against a dame of regrets
Bounded by hurt and hurdled by anger
Dribbles through barriers as sands of time trickles
Drowning wounds in shrouds of the long-ago.
Shadows and darkness both take shelter
As rays of light seep through partially closed shutters
Washing away drowsiness and sweeping restlessness
Folding another layer of reality over remembrance and memories