Leftovers

I came from a dream world
Stirring the clock
And flickering the time
The lights where on
And growing shadows
Still running on

The night street
Nothing stood between me
And imagination

The ghosts of the past
All going with the winter
Like leftovers
Of all our differences

Who was the judge
In this situation
Were words
Are the last resources
Of passing on feelings
A traveler to see
With conception of senses
Our heart stood never
Closer together