Retrace me

No need for lock and key
where I go shadow-less.

Torn into blue my shade,
mangled and frayed,
away from do and don’t
I disobeyed.

No trace of the old house,
the winding road, the gate.

I left the world you know,
behind, below;
am now pure energy
in ebb and flow.

I talk to you, my voice
is close to sky and stars,
the wind, the breathing sea.

When you unlock the past,
the scent of memory
will be the key.