Phantasmagorical

accepting

the pure reality

of the guardians

dancing about

one step at a time

the eternal watchers

shifting like air

the demons rising

to torment and distract

the ghosts from the past

and the future stuck

in convictions

in yearning

all echoing

in wordless

songs with

the wind with

the empty hours

before dawn

what is

left but to set

the table for

our reunion

after all that measuring

of ingredients after

all the preparation

after the cooking

and the baking

and the endless

cleaning up

and what's next

but to steal the mind

open the heart

for the long

conversations

and the

one-off

farewells

after