Ghostly Night

Ghosts in a run

Stealing safety; having fun

Conquering a tranquil town

Leaving beauty in fear to drown

Blowing blindness everywhere

Altering a dream to a nightmare

Waiting guards to sleep to kidnap the moon

Leaving a bride, on her wedding night, cry her groom

Invited couples getting mad

Ghost satisfied and glad

"Water Dancing" Painting by Rob Gonsalves

“Water Dancing” Painting by Rob Gonsalves


Has it died before birth

next morning!

Too early stars
declared mourning

Careless clouds too
did weep


Guardian Angels
were having a deadly sleep

Breaking the first rule
in closing their eyes

Leaving Cold’s Ghosts control
what’s beyond the seven skies


Ticks ticked pity, yet heart of time’s so vacant

Striving; Silver finally escaped; back impatient

Impatient to see how looks his bride

And anxious to have her by his side

But there she is with rivers of pain flooding on her lap

Shall the wedding start now after confusion has taken a nap!

“And what’s after the nap”, everyone’s to wonder!

Silence before a storm! And too soon may break silence; thunder…

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34 thoughts on “Ghostly Night

  1. I love your constant play of your words, that what make me love your poetry, there is a certain excitement that makes one to follow, and when you are finally at the end, you find yourself satisfied. Your light always illuminates brightly…thanks for it’s touch my dear! Much love to you always!

  2. I can only relate this to the tragedy in Sandy Hook how ghosts come do their dance, turn around, take what they will . Then dear hearts are saddened, yet those set free realize their purpose, and lifting the bride’s veil, come to know the wedding night of the soul . I love your words, because the poetry lets the reader find their own embrace in them … Always, Peter

    • O’ Peter you caught me; frankly this one was written on some disaster; no doubt it was less disastrous than Sandy but it had its trace in me… by the end of 2010 a giant storm hit Sihanouk-Ville bringing doom to many lives, and this piece was my way in expressing the pain I felt then…
      You’re right about Poetry; each belongs to it in his very special way… much love to you always

  3. Great imagery…
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