Hide and Seek
Wrap the shawl of twilight
Around your shoulders tonight
Come out and play
Hide and seek
In the cementery
Stand still as a stone
Don't you even breathe
Lest your presence now
You'll give yourself away
Dash from tree
And stone to stone
And all along the way
You're humming nonsense songs
No complaints or now they say
See the orange and weary moon
Raise his orbic head
Saying something, not quite sure
He's muttering to the dead
There is no sound, none what be
Except your beating heart
Evening mists drearily insists
Not a soul be found
poem by Midnights Voice
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