Ghosts

Ghosts.

It was three in the morn when I got up,
looked out of the window and saw,
what I had never seen before, the night
undulated like a black silk veil breathed
on by the hidden face of dawn;

soft movements, esoteric, not weighed
down by the burden of a human body,
these gentle souls dancing to a tune of
the unheard and hidden, as not to scare
those who fear the ending of days.