Ghost Poem by David Harris

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