Ghosts roam the night, to seek the sleepers out
And feast upon their dreams. Ghosts search the night
For old memories, the sound and sight
Of passions they have lost in silent ground.
Dreams roam the night air, seeking ones who wake,
Their beating hearts roused by contact with divine
Spirits who call them to arise, and shine,
And dream nobler dreams, nobly to speak
Of all the Earth's travails, and of the good that there
Lies 'round about the feet of those who walk
About her earthen walls, of the sweet silks
That 'round the ankles of her maidens swirl.
Ghosts and dreams recede westward, as the sun
Calls all the mortals to begin again.
2006
Simply breathtaking Will. I liked it even better this time. Wow!
Very beautiful.Will. Your music for the night is awesome and inspiring. From such fey dreams a poem can be woven. Warm regards, Sandra
wonderful verse that flows easily into a marvelous ending. magnificent work, Will, and another of my favs. -Tailor
I love this poem Will, but I'm sure I commented on it before. Melvina
i was afraid this would be too hopeful/delusioned. but, it wasnt! kept on a visioned track (and gave me goosebumps) . 'silver waters that i might have slept in.' hope you are well. been away for too long. care, sjg
A beautifully paced poem whose elegant language gracefully describes the thought process itself. Wonderfully done! Robert
Beautifully done, Will... eerie, and at the same time, inspiring. Great write! ! Brian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A new dawn for WB with old ghosts and dreams receding westward? ? Having read this poem again..it still instills a sense of awe and wonder.Amazing work. Love...TO