When Day Fades to Night

When day fades to night –

my imagination takes flight.

Phantom horses ride over the skies,

with riders that have skeleton faces.

When day fades to night,

shadows grow long.

Phantom spirits in long cloaks,

come to sit by my side

and tell me stories of days gone by.

They bring back memories long forgotten

and phantom lovers hold out their hand to me.

Reminding me of days of heartache

and days of pure joy.

As these phantom lovers –

take me dancing across the night skies.

When day fades to night,

I dream and watch the stars above,

like sparkling diamonds – they shine.

I see the moon playing shadow games,

with dark clouds

and it seems nothing is quite the same.

Like long fingers reaching long into the dark,

searching for phantom friends in the night.

When day fades into night,

things appear different than in the light of day.

Haunting memories remind me of what has been.

I hear phantom laughter

and footsteps with no one there.

Perhaps these footsteps are of those,

who now remain a memory to me.

Dreams come out of the dark,

imagination on the lark.

Nighttime’s the right time,

for phantom lovers and friends-

that come out of the dark.

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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

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