The Wind Swept Ghost
Are you present in this place, in this time?
Or were you swept away by the wind that blows across the land,
That spreads out the sand, that dries out the land, to never return?
Where are you today, on this day, on this day in May?
Does your phantom withstand the physical forces of the elements of the earth that beat against you?
Can you, do you, beat back the countervailing forces
And the forces of men who refuse to accept you?
Do I feel your spirit surrounding me where ever I am,
Or is it only my imagination that perceives your presence?
Please give a sign if you are here.
Give me a sign and show you exist.
I will persist.
If you exist, please tell whomever called out the name 'Ricky' to me, three mornings ago when I was asleep, 'hello.'
The voice awoke me in less than a second, and I replied, 'what? '
But there was no answer.
I looked around, but there no one in the room.
That event was a first.
Such an experience has never happened to me before.
I hope the voice will call me again.
I will always answer the call.
The call beyond all.
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