Back Through Time

Back Through Time

In the stillness of the night, I tread,
To places where the past is not yet dead.
Footsteps echo in a distant rhyme,
As I wander back through sands of time.

Old memories stir, like whispered winds,
In the quiet halls where history spins.
Faces fade and then reappear,
In a world where yesterday is near.

The clock unwinds, its hands reverse,
I step inside a timeless verse.
To live again in days gone by,
Where dreams of now still softly lie.