Hallowe'en Poem

Hallowe'en.

The night wind whispers-Ghosts!
They are waiting for their hosts;
The waning moon is weary and will not be up till late;
Already there are shadows at the gate.
A word, half heard, that is whispered in your ear,
And a presence that is felt when no one else is near.
Have you been along the corridors alone-all alone-
And listened to the wind up yonder making moan?
Have you thought about it all,
The footfall in the hall
That comes and goes-comes and goes-
With the measure of a heartbeat of a life that ebbs and flows?