Moonbeam Dancing

Ghost light,
Empty stage, lonely spirits’
Darkened cage: silken steps,
Silken breaths, remainders of
A million deaths lingering to
Haunt the dusk. Shades converge to
Hawk and busk the living as they
Shuffle past: hurry home, the
Day won’t last.
Night will come, sight will
Dim, and phantom troubadours
Will sing again their
Ghastly, ghostly, lovely
Hymn to all that is and
All that’s been.