Are You As Light As The Dead Now? Poem by Scharlie Meeuws

Neither will skies arouse storms
nor storms are encouraged by seas.
No, winds blow free from both,
tearing through space
as you fleet through my mind.

Am I an island or sea or a plain
for your feelings I yearn?
Where did you go since and where from,
did you as night wind return
the dark scent of yourself?

Transparent, translucent you are!
Have I to mourn you, your change?
Do you feel shadow and light
still under the fast growing trees?
Also for me out of range:
you arrive and escape, you stay long
and you pass. Who of us died?
Oh we remember, console one another,
lie down on the grave of your sound!

Are you as light as the dead now
that you walk through the walls
undisturbed, so unhindered by touch?

Look I still see you even
if you are no more,
as I am no more as you know,
for I live in the depth without touch
but a signal is sweet...
and I'll move, not in air but your breath.
Do I excite you again?
Will you breathe softer in me?