Her Ghost

Hear me! The wind obeys me Flatters my whims. Yet you hear me Not. You only fear me. Now I have no longer Fear of ageing Before me The line is straight And ever-extending. I own not Nor can I. I have no power. Yet to you If I will so I will appear. Calculate that. You see me. Bones all And rattling And a little dust. You see: I I will not change Never be a handsome man A youth These are attacked by age Like withering flowers. And me, I am not attacked by Ageing. I am free of Disease and Agony Of Death. In to the mass universe Where I view There is always give and Take. There's a giving There's taking Albeit Imperceptible. And now The time be come For me To revert To thin smoke Among yon mists. I go. Most often where I go There's snow And tempest At the doors And windows. So You will not Venture out And see me By your window Or your door. No. No. No. I fear not courts. I am free From all chains All restrictions. I am free From inhibitions From prejudices I see Not as you see I think Not as you think. I crossed the line With other ghosts And shrouds The line You have not crossed As yet. Adieux! Ciao! Bye! You see: I am so polite. I go.