Ghosts

Once alive,

then at rest,

breathing now.

 

A time on fire,

then locked in ice,

song and thunder

raising the dead.

 

Haunting melodies

herald coming storm;

patterns unfolding

unravel moments,

wake a season lost.

 

Ghosts that linger,

flicker then fade,

come back to life

when dancers sway.

 

Softly now,

walk the paths

of the dead.