Still Ghosts

I
skies forever are to have had
blues too endless in reflections;
the yes of eyes in a world made new

II
in hush forsaken country roads
left lonely forgotten lamp posts dimming;
a stillness
known in light cast against forever seeming shadows

III
on the foots of approaching sun rise dancing
waltz illumination - subliming;
now
where still ghosts lay within
within begin to move again.