Fangking Omega
September 18th, 2008, 12:40 PM
A Whisper in the Wind
I seem to have lost myself. My body, my conscience,
I am not here.
Where am I? Am I anywhere?
I breathe no more.
I am the wind, the trees, the breath on the air.
Less than body
yet so much more. I can speak to you and
you can hear me
in your memories, in your dreams.
In your dusty photographs on the mantlepiece
that keep safe our faded youth in silver frames
you can always see me.
I am everywhere.
I am alive
As long as you want me to be,
As long as you want me there
In loving memory of a friend
I seem to have lost myself. My body, my conscience,
I am not here.
Where am I? Am I anywhere?
I breathe no more.
I am the wind, the trees, the breath on the air.
Less than body
yet so much more. I can speak to you and
you can hear me
in your memories, in your dreams.
In your dusty photographs on the mantlepiece
that keep safe our faded youth in silver frames
you can always see me.
I am everywhere.
I am alive
As long as you want me to be,
As long as you want me there
In loving memory of a friend