PHANTOMS

Ghost of a mountain

And ghost of a moon;

Night birds sink droopingly

Over the dune

Clouds drifting hazily

Stars blurring through;

Darkness come close to me--

Darkness and you.

Mist on the water

And mist in the sky;

Netted with silver

The waves ripple by.

_Ghost of a solitude_

_Lit with dead stars._

_You have your memories_

_I have my bars!_

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