Alms for the Spirit by Candice James - HTML preview

I Am

I am the pale ghost of the night

flowing through cobblestone streets

unnoticed by the lovers

hiding in doorways

and under the bridges of time

I pass by pastoral gardens

and vibrant, living canvases

painted with faces of long-lost relatives

drifting on sepia toned gondolas

down faraway sleepy canals

that whisper familiar lullabies

I have become one

with a sky without borders

closing in on my fading shadow

absorbing my ethereal essence

The faraway echoes of a timeless universe

pull at my hazy figure

as I drift above the cobblestone streets

not certain if I am dead or alive,

but certain that I am.