The ghosts danced in the dark with no music

They were soundless and light with every step that

never touched the ground.

They danced over each others graves 

in the clothes they were later to rest in,

twirling and soundlessly 

holding each other close like they might fade away.

The ghosts danced in the dark with no music

The children and their tiny feet tripped over one another

as they held arms and hands, translucent 

tiny bodies glowing in the graveyard.

The adults moved swiftly; some young, old, tall short,

some knew each other and some were strangers but

they still danced in the dead of the night like they knew each other all their lives.

The ghosts danced in the dark with no music

For hours and minutes and seconds that blurred  together.

No one took a break, no one became dizzy from

twirling over and over again, 

the children never asked when the dancing would stop,

no one spoke.

They only stopped as they saw the bright sun rising over the trees in the graveyard, the shadows stretching far and wide. 

The ghosts finally parted, and started to wait for night to fall again.