Images of the Past

Flicking through the pages, the bony fingers shake,
The wind rustles and the breeze shifts, as the images are brought to life.
Light shines upon the rows of memories like a glimpse of light within the night.
A reminder of its past, a guide to the future.
Holding my personality, my face, my remains.
In my mind the images flicker to life, the times brought back alive.

Rows of people, places, my memories throughout time,
The years of dust taking its toll on the paper, the musty odour clinging to my nostrils.

Though rot has grown through the pages, the spirit still haunts,
With no flesh, blood or bones, alone the soul remains.

The images immortal, the flickering life lingers within,
As the bones creep back without memories.