Ghost Dance
By: Jean Boree
Ghostly tendrils,
A chilled stone floors,
In the darkness of the night,
They dance about to some
unheard tune.
Whirling about in a misty
fog,
With in a ghostly chill.
Dancing to a long forgotten
song,
from a long forgotten past.
A past where bone was flesh,
And breath was warm.
Arm in arm they go,
Dancing about,
whirling.
Lost in each others eyes,
Their bodies seeming one
from the waist and into the beyond.
In dimly lit rooms.
In shadows and corners they
swirl.
Dancing,
Whirling
grasping for a past long
lost,
And lost in a love long
ago embraced.
Jean
First version (c)1989
This version (c) August
31 2000
