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.