Times Once Lived

Whenever I go to the roof to spend some time my own find the chunk of the past I left memories rusty grown see there shadows of father hear his walking feet if I strain my senses hard even hear his heart beat! I hear there the lost footsteps in the wind faintly sighs in the dark nooks imprints of years that quickly passed by find there the ghost of dreams she and I had spun their ashes now scattered from our memories long gone! I see there the old me in the corner standing aloof unaged ungrown my fossil on the roof by the light of the fireflies he still searches me rewrites in the moonglow long discarded poetry! On the roof times are not dead they merely abscond hide under the hyacinth of the night's silent pond I find them lurking there sounds and sights of yore for times once lived never go from us anymore!