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(Written 2-24-04)





Dance with me my midnight ghost.

To the ballads of the past.

When honesty still ruled our hearts.

And our love was meant to last.

Lightning danced across the skies.

Shed light on our natural smiles.

Memories were but our lives.

We lived alone with our wiles.



Dance with me my midnight ghost.

To the ballads of the past.

When we cuddled by a fire.

And our clothing always clashed.

Bread baked while the wind blew.

It’s fragrance to your senses.

Laughing was all you ever knew.

Along with building benches.



Dance with me my midnight ghost.

To a tune I used to sing.

Before the wars claimed out hearts.

And we only dreamt of spring.

Meadows danced with butterflies.

Flowers bloomed at night.

Blood trickled from your wounds.

Battlefields a ghastly sight.



Dance with me my midnight ghost.

To a tune I used to sing.

When shots rang out echoing.

Hitting everyone and everything.

Children cried as mothers wept.

Tears became our rivers.

Fathers long buried dead.

The world shuddering, it shivered.



Dance with me my midnight ghost.

While we still have the time.

Before my soul passes on.

And we run out of rhyme.

While the sun shines and the moon shimmers.

Peace is ours once more.

To be the ones we used know.

Not look back to closed doors.



Dance with me my forever love.

My specter in the dark.

Always watching over me.

While time runs and sparks.

Hold me in a tight embrace.

While my love is still in its prime.

Before I have to say goodbye.

And my spirit passes from this time.



Dance with me my midnight love.

While I hold my breathe and cry.

Watching as our children grow.

But I am forced to die.

Remember what we once had.

So I’ll be the one watching you.

Forever a memory, your midnight ghost.

Dancing forever to a powerful ballad a tune we both once knew.