Aniversary

The ghosts are out in force tonight
yessir
silent convergence on midnight
yessir

the closes and kirks are empty
the foot of the mile is still
the Holy Rood has taken to ground
wraiths are gathering on the hill

I sat in trembling wonder
took a lashing from the rain
saw strange twinkles shaping symbols
searched for her in fever again

Two bootfulls of mud
a skinfull of water
a head full of fire
and two souls asunder

breathing stalled, I seek one out
among those milling on the crest
who holds me in her gentle thrall
though life has stilled within her chest

how to tell one
willed wisp from another?
ane lost life
from it's brother?

the dancers moved in single file
I could not help but shed a tear
frustration, hurt and loss entwined
again, still lost, she dissapeared

with shining hands
raised to Heaven
in greeting, threat
or supplication

gone to dust once more
she faded from my sight
left me to mournful memories
but haloed by city lights