Remembering The Party

Dancing ghosts in my mind,
bouncing to the midnight tune.
Singing songs, trying’ to find,
strangers on the moon.
Shards of blood and drops of glass,
holding on to open wounds.
In the forest sway and dance
behind thick tombs.
Sick children join in the hymn,
holding on to what’s left of the night.
singing softly to the wind,
Weeping willows, gallant fights.