When No One Is Looking 

When no one is looking the

shadows come to life. Wispy

souls cavorting in moonlight.

Cadaverous dancers sway

.

under the incandescent 

shine, of heavens ignited

by stars. The skeletal walk

in twilight. Free spirits of

.

the night, tripping through space and 

time. Apparitions sing a

melancholic dirge of grave

wistful sighs. Wishing they could 

.

recapitulate life and 

the rapid cadence of mortal

hearts. The ethereal dreams

of long forgotten souls.

.
©Jacqui Slade

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