We Are the Ghost Writers

We, the ghost writers, you and I,

Create worlds and reach for the sky.

In the darkness, where secrets lie,

Our stories will never die.

From the shadows, our voices cry,

Lifting dreams that night defies.

Bound by ink, our words take flight,

In the symphony of a ghost writer’s Ghostly high.

So pen the night, let stories ignite,

In the ink, find the light.

We are the Ghost writers, shining bright,

In tales spun under the moonlight.

Dance with me, dancing slow. Two ghost writers dancing under the moon glow, not knowing where next to go?

Nothing else at all matters.

Nothing else at all matters at all who cares about.

Whoever cares, who knows how far the night will go.

I’m just slow dancing with you under the moon glow.