In fifty years from now
my voice might be heard
in whispers in the wind.
My figure with no form
might be seen among the clouds
as my ghost floats with no emotion
above where I sit.
A cat will hiss at my presence
to let you know I am around.
You can talk to me,
but my voice might be a murmur
that you cannot understand.
Don.t be afraid I will not harm you.
I have only come back to see
how things have changed
as I drift around in a world
where I once had a body.
Now I am just an entity,
a fading form in the moonlight
that cast shadows on the ground.
I have come back to the places I loved
not to harm anyone,
just to enjoy the memories I left there
on surfaces you take for granted.
4 January 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An eloquent quilling to be sure...No surprise, tho', considering the Author! HaH! Happy belated New Year, David! Hope all is well in your world... Long time...My fault, but what else is new....I'm bad, perhaps still a bit embarrassed as well....Message me here or at PF when u have a moment & please share that magic # w/ me one more time, as I have moved once again...and only the good Lord, God and a handful of Cherubs know the whereabouts of the paper that I wrote that magic # down on, seemingly eons ago...~Frank~