Listen to the silence of the moonlit night,
The dead are dancing, out of human sight,
One step, two step, hovering here & there,
A mere nuance, with a slight chill in the air.
Whispering of the breeze, stirring midnight trees,
The sighing of the earth & the moon-moth´s sneeze,
The trailing-soft-slipper-path, of the silvered snail,
The muted crack-creaking, of old coffin-lid´s nail.
It´s in the swoop of wing-tip & cold call of the owl,
It´s deep within the throat of the old wolf´s howl,
It´s in tip-toeing of the restless, searching for sleep,
It´s in ebony cemeteries, where the dead lie deep.
Listen to that place where golden dawn meets dew,
The dead are dancing, invisible & seen by very few,
Gliding through grey mists, to the tunes of lost time,
Disappearing with moonlight, when the sun does shine.
© Sue Lobo
Excerpt from the book “The Last Dance”
About the Author
Sue Lobo is the author of three books of her experiences in Africa, a poetry book “Africa My Africa” which is poetry reflecting African life in the terrible apartheid era in South Africa & “Lollipops of Dust”, her autobiography, of a child´s view of living in colonial Africa, in the Kalahari desert, with all the magic of what the old Africa had to offer. Her last book “The Last Dance” was published by Creative Talents Unleashed. She has also participated in eleven poetry anthologies with other very talented poets & has won a couple poetry competitions in Gibraltar & Spain. On occasions, she has written requested epitaphs and elegies for families of departed souls. She is married to a Spaniard, with two grown up sons & presently lives in Spain. The sale of this latest collection of animal themed poetry called “Wild Whisperings” published by Creative Talents Unleashed will go entirely to Save The Rhino Fund.
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