We walked through the night,
into the stale humidity of summer.
Cool and sticky---never to be ignored,
what stood had no form,
such was nature,
just a stranger in the mist?
Naught, not a face looked from our shadows,
eyes that leapt into the garish,
Foolish Fire, we cried "you there!"
do your lanterns burn
for the lost and meek?"
Ethereal reply, we stared and denied.
"Ne’er-do-well, you haplessly rest,
unaware of a past,
that aimlessly seeks to pull you beneath.
Dregs of curiosity shine,
as flames, as Polaris in mind,
glimmering in our eyes,
a ghost light demise."