Through the Gates of Time

Sometimes in the night I feel it

Near as my next breath and yet, untouchable

Silently the past comes stealing

Like the taste of some forbidden sweet.

Along the walls; in shadowed rafters

Moving like a thought through haunted atmospheres

Muted cries and echoed laughter

Banished dreams that never sank in sleep

Down the ancient corridors and through the gates of time

Run the ghosts of days that we left behind

Down the ancient corridors and through the gates of time

Run the ghosts of dreams that we left behind

Every ghost that calls upon us

Brings another measure in the mystery

—Dan Fogelberg

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