Phantoms Dance

Phantoms dance

in sunlit rooms

And shadows gather

in the corners

of the cavernous mansion

in which I live

and hide

Inside where there’s

no one else but me,

Refracted and reflected,

stretched out in all dimensions,

The shadows offer

thunderous whispers

And the phantoms rehearse

their eerie, silent,

hushed and beckoning dance

In the hesitating stillness

of the moment before

I release my captured breath,

The phantoms

and the shadows

Flutter wings of dread,

fear swells up,

Extends beyond my skin,

Dry-icing me, enticing me

to dance the dance

of phantom shadows,

Enthralled, enchanted,

Adrift inside a dream