Dance with me tonight beneath
the pale moonlight. Let limbs
become entwined as steps are
placed upon the moss.

An embrace so sweet, as lips
brush in sweetest kiss, beneath
the pale moonlight.

Ghosts of yore we are, come
together once more to sing
and share a lost love.

I can hear your battle cry,
for it still lingers on the
winds with my own cries
of loss.

How the winds do whisper …

We are but ghosts of yore
never to be corporeal yet
in shadows our love still
shines …

… forever more.