Dancing With Ghosts
The summer nights
have turned coldMelissa Kolmar And cemeteries only whisper faded dreams- Old kisses press themselves between pages Of romantic tales, Remembering better times than this. The lightning bugs have long since winked out And the blossoming flowers Are withering on the vines, Summer is disappearing Beneath a wave of ice and memories. I dance with my ghostly lover Between marble tombstones and soaring mausoleums, The moon making me as an earthly As the transparent arms I move in. I can only find warmth here- A calm in the center of a fierce storm. I can only feel peace In the subconscious realm of walking death And never ending life; As the summer turns cold, The cemeteries whisper my dreams. |