Ghosts

A thousand ghosts do stalk the earth

And linger still in vapid fogs

To cling and crowd and sigh betwixt

The morning and the night.

And in them trapped the street's light - still.

And in them trapped the moon's glow - still.

Silence, silence, to conceal a world     

Hidden beneath, hidden within

My swirling wraiths.

       And he comes, across the sea,

       And through the fog he comes, across the sea.