The sun has gone to bed, and shadows dance,
In the quiet of the house, are echoes of phantom footsteps near.
And a tiny voice whispers, “Can you hear them?”
Tiptoe through the hallway, where memories linger.
Do you feel the chill? A whisper of air?
Footfalls on the staircase, do they wish to share?
There’s a flutter, a giggle, around the crooked chair,
Footsteps fading! Like laughter in thin air.
A game is afoot, a search for delight!
Shall we play hide and seek, under the pale moonlight?
But hush now, phantom echoes are near,
They giggle and sigh, keep your secrets clear.