A Ghostly Dance - Poem by Robert Murray Smith

in the circle of dreams they
came floating

flailing apparitions ready to dance,
to untuned emptiness

the ghostly dance in the light, that
had no moon

only fireflies pulsating lights, gravid

delighting only the night looking on
in her dark gown

around and around without a sound, the ghostly
dance of wispy wisps appeared

then as the night was eaten by light where did
they go

Poems by Robert Murray Smith

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