Ghosts Will Walk

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Some night in the darkest dark,
When clouds smother the fullest moon,
And the air is heavy with stormy heat,
Hinting of rain to be coming soon;
Should you stand alone in the pungent quiet,
Amid the trunks of spell-stilled trees,
The silence will talk, ghosts will walk,
Evoking long lost memories.

Ringing the mind, echos of thoughts,
That once burned with untold pain;
Buffered now by the silent midnight,
Cooled by the hint and scent of rain.
Hands can't touch, yet still they feel
A mental image the eyes can't see.
And the ghosts will walk, the silence talk,
And a prayer is said for a memory.