Ether.
We are
velvet shadows
and dusk plumed
tides of light
like star-torn
wandering chase
from wind sent
moonsong sighs,
sensing call
of crescent arms
through weave
of you and I.
Skyward,
like laughter -
young nightingales
in veiled flight
like hopeful seeds
to the breeze.
Oh we are ghosts
tonight.