Ghosts

It's like seeing someone,
From the corner of your eye,
But when you look,
There's nothing there...
It's like grasping for a dream.
Fading from a corridor of sleep,
Once there and seen.
But now,
Gone and forgotten.

These thoughts,
They fade away,
Falling like tears,
But burning like stars,
These days,
They spin on and on,
Draining this soul.