Ghost of Tomorrow

Another poem by Phil Cornelius from his book Shadowlands.

Ghost of tomorrow.

I am known here among the stones and bones of this soulless place.

I am the shiver in the wind; the tremble of panic in the wild bird's cry.

I am the silence when the mist rokes in; the shadows in a cloudless sky.

I am the shaft of light as the storm clouds clear.

The rustle in the heather that draws you near.

I am the smoke of past fires hung low on the breeze.

The sound of the ocean coming down from the trees.

I am the one behind who's never there,

Unseen echoes in the cold night air.

I am the spite in the rain when the East winds squall.

A glimpse of tomorrow through a hole in the wall.

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