The ghosts passed by again.

Momentary lapses
in the silence,
wafting down with
the mist and falling rain.

The evening bloomed
into the night,
on an imploded high
of music in a rolling strain.

We sat in the blessed
circle of incense,
looking for memories
within the sounds of our refrain.

It was a night full of light
and every thing was just right,
but still there was a missing frame.

Time tried its best to give us rest,
the inner turmoil took its test
and we lost the moment like in a game.

Momentary lapses
in the resonance
of thoughts riding
on the weird sky train.

The night listened
to the ghostly presence,
in awe of the void
and sadly took its claim.

The circle strayed into
a spiral with our cadence,
saying "what did we lose"
as the ghosts passed by again.

Peace and love !!!