Late at night,
When the past stood still
And wasn’t being brought to light…
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By hard-working archaeologists
By daylight
Something suddenly gave me quite a fright

Spoken: (Something gave me quite a fright!)

I could have sworn I had seen something
That wasn’t really there
Could it have been some sort of ghost?
I couldn’t help but stare
Into the space I’d seen the change

Got swept up in a reverie,
Of time that had elapsed
I wondered about the concept
Of what secrets it could host

Late at night,
When the past stood still
And wasn’t being brought to light
By hard-working archaeologists
Something gave me quite a fright
Spoken: (Something gave me quite a fright!)

I could have sworn I had seen something
That wasn’t really there
Could it have been some sort of ghost?
I couldn’t help but stare
Into the space I’d seen the change…

But then my eye was drawn to where
The artifacts were kept
I looked at the fragments of clay, engrossed
Standing alone in the outpost

Got swept up in a reverie,
Of time that had elapsed
I wondered about the concept
Of what secrets it could host

What ancient life was really like?
8,000 years foremost?
If we’d discovered things we thought
Were too advanced for us to know?

Forgetting and remembering
The knowledge that we sought
Forgetting that we’d learned it
Because that culture’s naught

Refocused on the present,
I made myself alert,
I didn’t see the ghost again,
No movement - air or dirt

Gave me quite a thrill
To think that ancient souls
Could tend to reappear
And may dwell among us, still