On the road.

We will dance on the road.
As the new light touches our skin.
All the ghosts I believed in, are humming a melody.
A quiet tune for exhausted souls.
We are dancing without words.
Forward to the city limits.
Breathless and weary, we are headed home.
Guided by the ghosts I know.
You are beautiful to behold.
Drenched in the dawn.
Dancing through gardens and glass.
So still on the roof where you touch heaven.
I’m dancing on the road.
Slowly on my toes.
Cloaked in night
Humming that tune.

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