As the tower clock strikes twelve,
And the entire town is asleep under a blanket of stars,
The park gate opens and the aged swing groans
As the ghosts come out to play.
You hear them laughing as they run through the trees
Then lie down on the grass and watch the faces above
The yellow glinting of stars
Looking up to heaven.
The stars laugh as a young couple sit
Looking deeply into each other's eyes
Remembering the day when they walked the earth,
A long time ago now.
Then as the sun wakes, the stars smile,
Wink and go.
Their time is up, but they will be back.
By Imogen Conlan