Poem:

Haunting memories of the past must prevail,

Except when their bridges sadly collapse,

But as long as the span of time is maintained

And there isn’t any interruption or gaps,

We must continue to cross those bridges,

Transporting us to the misty trails 

Of years where the sun never shines;

Only a flicker of light in a clearance 

Left behind like so many feathers

Falling off the wings of time.