Incongruity

Once, the stars sang
a lullaby to shadows,
over cornfields dense
with unspoken wishes.

In the lighthouse hum,
ocean's convoluted tales
drift through cracked
panes of antiquity.

Train whistles echo
past the hollow towns,
where children played
with marbles of glass.

Fables entwined with
the laughter of ghosts,
a ballet of memories
lost in incongruity.