Future Ghosts

Evening light reflected on the walls
Dust-motes lethargically traverse the air
Sleepiness hangs thick
Like the smog over Los Angeles
Silence is the all-consumer mother
Of the newborn that lies still
Its inhabitants, they remain
At a distance, yet to come

Childrens' voices echo through empty halls
The laughter of friends in the silent kitchen
The whisper of lovers in the desolate bedroom
The voices of children unborn
The laughter of friends not yet made
The whispers of lovers who are still alone

I can hear them
Across the avenues of time
The ghosts of the future
They mill around
Peeking through the window
That is the past

A whisper on the wind
Is the squeak of a car's tyre
Movement in the sky
The waters of future memory stirs
Hidden but not for long
Yet always in the mind
Waiting and lingering
At the edge of our thoughts

Future ghosts
They pass through doorways
They hold their keys
With their keys, their hearts
Still beating
But in the future they beat

The sun sets
Evening light becomes the orange glare
Of a street lamp on the road
When morning comes
They will be here
The future's just begun