There you are, peeking behind your ghost.
Good to see you little one that smirks.
The radiance of your dark side illuminates surreally.
A midnight blue bathed in moon dust for all to see.

Up in the sky reeling around in temperance.
Your cold resolved by your relentless mystery.
You hide your face and turn your back to us.
There we see all your wounds and try to map your valleys. 

Yet you keep your secrets to yourself all to well.
What are those wounds that have marred your very soul?
So much that all you have left is an orbit.
What sadness do you know as you cry silently?

As you turn your back and show us your Ghost side.