Ghost Town (Gettysburg at Night)
There is space between the streetlights
chasing heartbeats down an unlit road.
I speak adventure in these quiet nights,
my laughter lighting up the shadows.
Darkened storefronts watch us race by,
flickering in our hindsight.
We light up memories like lanterns
and send them floating through the sky.
We are tourists in this ghost town,
touching roads walked long before we lived.
We are watchers in the silky cold
as the snow begins to fall.
We are stoplight runners
when there is no one around,
speed drinkers watching the scenery blur,
keepers of the city until the rooster crows.
