Slowing rising into sight
The ghosts of my soul dance tonight
In harmony with their terrain
Call the wind that yields the rain
Moving closer to the ground
The ghosts that I know, sane and sound
Without fear or feeling pain
Laughing, naked, loving rain
This night so clear, so fresh and crisp
The ghosts of my soul don't resist
These magic moments in refrain
The ecstasy that is the rain
The stealth in which their passions praise
A lesser ghost would be amazed
Their raging anger self-contained
Released by the embrace of rain
Alas, the storm has spent her seed
The ghosts that I know must recede
Now every moment means greater strain
For ghosts are ghosts and wet is rain
Returning to the gracious earth
The ghost of ghosts, and host and curse
Resting dry, and awaiting rain
To one day rise and dance again
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