Ghost Got Away

How much lost sleep
Is a phrase worth?
A simple phrase

But elusive
As melody,
As the right shade.

Yes, the right shade,
Lurking all night
Where dark hides it.

The white flowers
Flat as tables
Open for moths,

And the shade
Steals a dribble
Of clear nectar,

Then slips away
Before you spot
What shade it was.