Ghost

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