Ghosts

Now you see them...now you don't,
Flashing glimpses of eerie mists;
You should peek...but know you won't,
You'll leave the spirits to their trysts.

Do spirits dance in every graveyard,
While they sing their haunting tune;
Causing you to keep on your guard,
Underneath their ghostly moon?

No footsteps will you find to follow,
Though you will surely see their signs;
Shattered remnants of a scarecrow,
Pumpkin faces that no longer shine.

You hurry home to await the dawn,
Doors and windows shuttered tight;
Ghostly images will soon be gone,
Burned away by the morning light.

Lora Frikken ~ 10-18-02