of ghosts and years;  

WHAT ARE GHOSTS, BUT DREAM-WINGED BEINGS? 
ASTRAL CLOUDS  WITHHOLDING MEMORY  
PURGED OF LIFE, AND FLESH, YET, REAL
THE PATHWAYS OF THEIR HEARTS CONCEAL; 
SUCH ANGUISH OF A LIFELONG RIDE, REFELECTED BY THE MOONLIT TIDE
HOLDING ON SUCH HOPES, BEYOND THE RAIN
HOW THEIR MEMORY WILL NOT BE LOST IN VAIN
THE SHAME OF THIS, AFTER CASCADES OF YEARS,
IS HOW THEY WERE NOT EMBRACED, WHILE STILL HERE