Convocation of Ghosts
Sitting in dusty attic room
In young minds adrift in
uncharted seas
Words dangling dreamily
Syllables slyly sailing
On oceanic odysseys
Plato’s books moldering
On shelves forgotten in time
In Victorian house haunts
Gloaming ghosts
Gathering like ravens
Perched in cubby holes
Gazing dolefully
At prodigal sons
Seconds seeping into waters
of Lethe
Moments meandering like the
river
Following the channel of
idealism
Digging deep into mud of ages
Ancient sages summoned
Our chattering childhood
Nearing curtain call
Bowing into oblivion
We scatter like Black Birds
Into the waiting wind
