Haiku #408

Walk wet shifting shores

One foot entropic, one not

The sea's swells betray 

Evening Stroll

Late night walk
Wearing shades.
My route penetrates
The perimeter
Of a spectral landscape.

Seeing through my glasses
Darkly, a vision filled with
The glow of unnumbered,
Unknown souls
Which resolve with decreasing
Distance into hundreds of
Candles in their
Protective lanterns
Flickering
In a
Graveyard.

Though in a far-northern land
My mind fills
With images of Mexico's
Day of the Dead.

Only here there are no
Dancing skeletal
Marionettes or
Fragrant candy skulls.