ghosts of my past;

sometimes i can see them
the ghosts of my past
along the sidewalks of forgotten parks
or among the bushes
of secret castles and other wonders
only seen through the eyes of a child.

walking across deserted school grounds
memories reenacting themselves
taking shape in my mind
of the times that was once my present.

they are all but distant dreams
a once upon a time
and happily ever after
to that chapter of my life.