Stepping out of the grey day
Into the moonlight,
I dance
With the ghosts
of my past
beneath the moon,
my life and old friends
swirl and dance,
to the sound
of tintinnabulating moonbeams
as they bounce
off old memories
beneath the starlight
of the shining dark
Dreams?
They can wait,
The future
Will turn them into memories
When the time is right
© Alan McKean February 2021
Ghosts
