When Day Fades to Night

When day fades to night -

my imagination takes flight.

Phantom horses ride over the skies,

with riders that have skeleton faces.

When day fades to night,

shadows grow long.

Phantom spirits in long cloaks,

come to sit by my side

and tell me stories of days gone by.

They bring back memories long forgotten

and phantom lovers hold out their hand to me.

Reminding me of days of heartache

and days of pure joy.

As these phantom lovers –

take me dancing across the night skies.

When day fades to night,

I dream and watch the stars above,

like sparkling diamonds – they shine.

I see the moon playing shadow games,

with dark clouds

and it seems nothing is quite the same.

Like long fingers reaching long into the dark,

searching for phantom friends in the night.

When day fades into night,

things appear different than in the light of day.

Haunting memories remind me of what has been.

I hear phantom laughter

and footsteps with no one there.

Perhaps these footsteps are of those,

who now remain a memory to me.

Dreams come out of the dark,

Imagination on the lark.

Nighttime’s the right time,

for phantom lovers and friends-

that come out of the dark.

© 2016 Gypsy Rose Lee

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ChitrangadaSharan 9 months ago from New Delhi, India

This is beautiful ! Loved your poem. Thanks!

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always exploring 9 months ago from Southern Illinois

Beautiful Rasma. The video is not working....

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Gypsy Rose Lee 9 months ago from Riga, Latvia Author

You welcome Chitrangada.

You welcome Ruby. Thank you for letting me know about the video. Will fix it.

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AudreyHowitt 9 months ago from California

Always beautiful Rasma--your poetry is really lovely!

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Gypsy Rose Lee 8 months ago from Riga, Latvia Author

Thank you Audrey.

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bravewarrior 8 months ago from Central Florida

I love this, Rasma. At times the clouds as daytime turns to dusk to dark do seem to look like fingers reaching out. Are they trying to hang on to the light or are they embracing the night?

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Gypsy Rose Lee 8 months ago from Riga, Latvia Author

It is always a most fascinating time and there are times I'm glad that night turns to day and other times I wish the night would hold on Shauna.

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