Shadows

Echoes of times past ripple
beneath a thin veil of perception,
whispering to my soul.

Ghostly shadows float,
like wispy swirling tendrils
of hazy gray smoke
hidden behind
the mirror of my memory,

lingering until
some faint impression triggers
a vague sense of recognition,
bringing foggy recollection of times long gone--
not remembered,
but not entirely forgotten.