I Am

March 5, 2012

unseen body
merely shadow
a play of light

I am not here
and yet I am

invisible wind
swaying trees
rustling hair

I am not here
and yet I am

when death's cold finger
rests upon my brow
look to the shadows
listen to the wind

beloved
I am not here
and yet I am

 

On the mountain road from the sea to Akrimios.