Vocal Lights

The rays of hope travel through the crevasses 

Like a disco in the snow 

Small particles rise up for the occasion

Basking in the lights

The souls of the dead 

They cry out for the living

Knowing that our end will come 

The lights may mesmerize

They may speak to us

They may hint

That beauty will kill

But do we heed them?

Surely not...

For the human race much like cats 

Curious. 

Thus the lights shower their sorrow