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