Ghost Poem by Kevin Wyndham Heard

The circuits lie cold
The battery dead,
Machine can’t convey
All the thoughts in my head;
A silicone silliness,
A product of Mind,
Though complex and minute
Cannot hope to define
A single emotion,
A simple caress,
A word softly spoken,
A tear of sadness…

So how came we then,
All dependence and trust,
To bestow all our passion
Upon promise of rust?
No heartbeat therein,
No pulse to be found,
Just whispers and shadows
In words yet unbound;
In other dimensions
Pure thought steals away
Through wormholes in Spacetime,
A message to say…

Ethereal wisp
With nought to maintain it,
How can it exist
Without Mind to sustain it?
So whence came it then,
Such ideas to impart?
From bundles of nerve cells
Rewired to a heart?
A soul gave it mass,
This spark from above;
To send to you fondly
A message of love…