Night Vision

Phillip Brown

Only as I glanced back
at the two of them, dancing
down along the path,
did I notice how
they radiated moonlight-

their white clothes,
their faces, hands-
waxing and waning
as they turned,

disappearing completely
each time they stepped
into the deep pine shadows
(new moon).

From my view they appeared
to burn like candle flames-tremulous,
ephemeral, a faint haze trailing
behind them like smoke-

and I thought, this
is what the soul must look like
without the walls of the body,

this poem with no words at all.