Fleecy froth dancing on pulsating waves of a misty beach
Shaded by weeping willows
In melancholy colors of a haunted night.
Tropical dreams slip through my mind
In a cul-de-sac off this coral highway
Memories smile in the deep shadows where I used to meet friends
Now forgotten in buried photographs of mental limbo
A chilling wind sweeps over midnight's glassy waters.
Above,
Fort Lauderdale's ghostly founders smile and watch,
amid drifting clouds, high over the sleeping city.
Below,
Seaside poets lay down candlelight verse to the lapping
of waves.
Centuries passing,
Taking with them hordes of ghosts
Who wait hidden in shadows
Silently wailing.
