PHANTOMS

Ghost of a mountain

And ghost of a moon;

Night birds sink droopingly

Over the dune

Clouds drifting hazily

Stars blurring through;

Darkness come close to me —

Darkness and you.

Mist on the water

And mist in the sky;

Netted with silver

The waves ripple by.

Ghost of a solitude

Lit with dead stars.

You have your memories

I have my bars!