Ghost Of A Feeling

Listen! At my side

hearing voices...

for a second like

soft breath but cold,

thoughts wander my pillow of dreams

that now on waking merge in a whirling

psychedelic cocktail, each scene similar

to blending complex colours on canvas.

I remember fallen tree lying prone,

crushed branches trembling, buffeted

by gales as dust scatters with daylight's

approach, every blink brings a new view.

A stranger seems poised in midair,

below waterfall cascades this cataract

drops into deep abyss...over edge soul

on course was falling rapidly,

then, without notice becomes speeding train

while shafts of light revolve, time was away

in that moment, not able to grasp

so fast did it move.

Now I shriek at approaching howling winds,

but no sound leaves lips, instead I'm sailing on

drops of rain, for I'm only a moments breath

whispered in your ear.