Ghost in the Shadows
I reach for the telephone and pull my hand away.
The answering machine message has long been erased.
I search the night sky for a glimpse of your essence.
I examine each cloud as it moves across space.
I hear your voice echo in the memories of time
and mourn inside; I can’t see your face.
I search, long and often.
You’re hiding in shadows.
How easy it would be to dial a number.
Or see your face in the sky or the clouds.
But the soul is elusive; invisible to see
Only memories remain.
A pale light in the darkess.