Phantoms dance
in sunlit rooms
and shadows gather
in the corners
of the cavernous mansion
in which I live
and hide
Inside where there’s
no one else
but me,
refracted and reflected,
stretched out in all dimensions,
The shadows offer
thunderous whispers
and the phantoms
rehearse
their eerie, silent,
hushed and beckoning dance
In the hesitating stillness
of the moment before
I release my captured breath,
the phantoms
and the shadows
flutter wings of dread,
fear swells up,
extends beyond my skin,
dry-icing me,
enticing me
to dance the dance
of phantom shadows,
entranced, enchanted,
and lost
inside a dream