When the spirits convene on misty bluff in misty Glenn then where go they when work is done.
Quiet disperse to oblivion ?

The ram's horn calls once more to earth and bog then rise again to distant hill our gully. Fixed on folly where time doth tarry.

Spirits step into physical to breath and more.
Stalk. Walk on bare feet..down beaten paths, mucky grass.
To waltz.

A misty dance.
Come to call
A haunting...free.