Whispers in the street,
shadows flicker on the brick,
untold tales they speak.

In silence they bloom,
petals of night, black and soft,
drench the moon in gloom.

Reflect, oh voices,
hidden by light's gentle touch,
in an alley's echo ring.

What ghostly winds cry?
Erase the lines of your breath,
skeletons in sky.

— Silence descends
like a shroud over dreams spilled.
Portals to despair.
—

Swaying ghosts entwined,
by invisible forces,
lost in haiku's bind.