Phantom

Can you feel it?

When you roam through my mind like a phantom,

Having made your fierce petition to stay,

I put up zero fight,

Having laced my memories with your swift brand,

Confliction at how much I find I have to say,

But find the words silenced in the passing of days,

Feeling ruffled this way,

Waiting at the gate under a moonlit gaze,

Trees lined in lights flickering soft blue,

lace out lined in moon white,

Trailing deeper into a place locked away,

A summer night hum of crickets,

Hoos, hoots, howls,

The life of a radiant night,

To the left and to the right,

The daunting trees that could threaten to swallow me,

Yet only a strong peace flows,

The assurance i feel,

I feel you linger at the edge of the Forrest where I will reach,

Forward I step,

Following the sound of a voice,

Oh I pray it never stops speaking my name,

It is clear as day in this suffocating silence,

Follow, I will,

Is it just a dream?

Can you feel it when you roam through my mind?

N.M.

A_Mused_Writer