Still Ghosts

                  I

skies forever are to have had

blues too endless in reflections;

the yes of eyes in the 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.