Ghosts Moon Watching

My recollection of Love was an early lilac Moon watching
the Ghosts of Spring their moonlight music-box play on great parks
at the edges of Night

My recollection of Love was an early blue Moon watching
the veiled Ghosts of women sing soft songs of Springs
at the edges of Night

My recollection of Love was an early purple Moon watching
Ghosts writing their love letter-sheets of Grief on a ship at Sea
at the edges of Night

My recollection of Love was an early orange Moon watching
Ghosts that wrote poetry standing beside jeweled doorways
at the edges of Night

My recollection of Love was an early rose Moon watching
Ghosts reading paradoxical verses amid the slant stones in greenhouses
at the edges of Night

My recollection of Love was an early silver Moon watching
Ghosts staggering in the Custom Houses of fragrance
at the edges of Night

My recollection of Love was an early white Moon watching
Ghosts through the glass treading deserted clouds-shaded streets
at the edges of Night

My recollection of Love was an early blind Moon watching
my Ghosts on all the paths that led that way for years and years bloom
at the edges of Night
in Shadow and Light