Dancing in tandem, bouncing on the bed--

or devils and witches, posing for Halloween,

you leap out from the past--ghosts who have been,

now shut in our minds and in your grown-up heads.

To see love's memories come alive and run--

the joy is almost greater than the pain

that, as we watch, the wall goes blank again,

and backwards you troop, lost shadows of the sun.

 Copyright 2010-2012 Paul Petrie