Dance Of The Ghosts Poem by Mari Martin

There is a room inside my heart
large and filled with song
where Ghosts of past do gather
and dance forever long.

They glide across my mind
dancing memories of my past,
familiar doubts, insecurities
across my thoughts their image cast.

Here the memories glide along
in steps I've grown to know
swaying to melodies of mistake
their shadows dancing to and frow.

At times my mind does listen
I'm caught up in their dance.
As the music invades the present
I dare to take a chance.

I let the sad songs find me
trying to Love again.
I feel the rhythm of the dance,
my songs of now and then.

Dancing shadows, hands entwined
glide across the floor.
My Ghosts of sadness past do come
to haunt my heart once more.

Gentlemen of lost Love
dance with ladies of regret.
Their steps so perfectly move in time
to a dance I can't forget.

When time has dried my tears
and Love doth happily descend,
perhaps this dance of my Ghosts
will finally come to end.