Ghost Dances

On that night, the twelfth of June, I first saw them dance

Just barely there by light of moon and transparent at a glance

At first just a gleam of a pleasant dream, a faded memory

But I was there and they were real for they danced just for me

"We'll be back, we promise you," Mom and Dad once said

Before departing from my life into lands of the dead

So on the twelfth of June when their beckoned cries arrived

A plan to go and meet them was readily devised

With nothing but my anxious soul onward bound I went

To find the senders of the message which to me had been sent

Mom and Dad were there, I knew, to find their hurting son

To take him to a better world with new lives just begun

Everything I came across was frozen still in time

Captured by the winter, such beauty found a crime

In and out of trees I wove, moving like the wind

Worried I'd be captured too at each new bend

And suddenly I could not take not even one step more,

I had lost my confidence, my desire to explore

Each timid glance I snatched about reassured my fears

These growing thoughts of loneliness then brought forth my tears

But then, just exactly when, I'd given up for good

The astonishing apparitions came forth from the wood!

Serenading, promenading to a silent tune,

Hundreds of them appearing to me on that night in June

Then began the true wonder as the music flowed

An unearthly haunting melody aligning them in rows

At that moment each transparent head turned to look towards me

I then turned my head too, wondering what I'd see

The next part of my story is most difficult to write

For so many emotions where drawn out of me that night

When Mom and Dad outstretched their arms, a smile on each face,

I knew that I had finally found my true and rightful place

Each step closer that I took sent chills down my spine

As I proceeded past the two surreal ghostly lines

But the closer that I came the further they did go

Until nothing surrounded me but barren hills of snow

As to the reason they all came I still wonder why

My guess is that they sought a farewell, once very last goodbye

On that night the twelfth of June, I first saw them dance

Just barely there by light of moon and transparent at a glance

At first just a gleam of a pleasant dream, a faded memory

But I was there and they were real for they danced just for me