Ghosts dance in the city
There, round the corner
Where we have forgotten to look,
In the dust that swirls up toward the jaundiced sun
In the pale horror of pre-dawn,
Like prayers in many voices offering up their hate
Ghosts dance
Like words that have been forgotten and discarded
In the night's debris
With dreams and tears.
Ghosts dance.
Ghosts of a moment and a thousand years,
Ghosts of the future that has waned
And yesterdays we are yet to weave
Ghosts dance
And in the silence that shrouds the air
Dead men sigh
Ghosts dance
Singing threnodies for the day
That will collapse into twilight.
And then it will be night.
Ghosts dance.
