As Ghosts In Dreams

As night ascends, something's aglow in moonlight beams
Shadows swirling, cast perhaps, but as ghosts in dreams
Glistening on an event horizon, too remote, to remember
Hidden inside periphery's vision, but forever pro tempore
On the many invisible tides beyond, any soul, might soar
Swept along on a waves length, to an unreachable shore
The never ending, dwindling, into an ethereal quiescence
Somewhere in the umbra, as if a mystical, omnipresence
Imaginations of memories, cascade into reveries of hope
Nebulous apparitions, in a spectrum, too distant to scope
Drifting in dark matter and fire, conjured light years away
Reflecting as one, in a hypnotic cacophony's, silent array
Evanescing as an essence, they're adapted into thought
Awaiting subconsciously, or by the dreamcatcher caught
Meandering lost souls, will glow, when moonlight gleams
Shimmering in inner shadows, alas, as ghosts in dreams