Can you feel them swirl around you?
Their sheer garments make them difficult to detect, like a deer in the deep woods of fall.
They pass through you, touch you, stare at you with their dark eyes,
while your eyes may be blinded and unable to see.
Sometimes they are lost.
Other times they choose to stay, unable to break their bond with this mortal plane.
They are with me as I write this.
They are with you as you read it.
Watch for them carefully and elegantly moving, dancing without touching the earth.
Feel their light breath as they pass you, their nothingness
moving through our existence in this cellular world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem