The Ghosts Shed Tears

Clouds in three shades hug the dawn.
The world of souls slips off to hell,
One more night’s work done for now.

All those good things we can boast
We’ve learned to do as we age
Save none of us from old age.

I spend hours now on deep breaths
And am pleased to sleep well, rise
By dawn, and catch the best stars.

When I was young, I was pleased,
Just as pleased, to know the names
Ghosts gave those stars long ago.

Pale, pale rose, pale gold. The clouds
Stay small, like caps on the cliffs
That turn so it seems stars fall.