Spirit Poem by David Whalen

I’m the presence you sense
when there’s no one around
I’m the whisper you hear,
when there is no sound

I’m the place where things go
When dropped on the floor
I’m the secret repository
Of things to be seen ne’er more

I’m the unexplained chill
That one feels late at night
I’m that unremembered dream
That awakes you in fright

I’m that sense of forbidding
That primitive feel
When the hair on your neck
Stands up cold as steel

I’m that aura around you
That mist felt, but ne’er seen
That brings to your skin
A cold clammy sheen

I’m that shadow you see
From the corner of your eyes
The faint voice that you hear
Or do they both whisper lies?

I’m perhaps antimatter
From another dimension
Conjoined to your presence
In a Quantum suspension

I’m the one in the mirror
That stands just behind
I’m the one that cohabits
The deeps of your mind

I’m a free spirit, I belong
to no one and no place
I’m one with all people,
I’m time…I am space...

And you are...all mine