Spirit Child (Poetry)

Is that your voice I hear
distant — on the whispering edge
of sleep?
Is that your breath child-sweet
and cool that grazes — wafts against
my tired cheek?

I sense you at my shoulder
heartbeat-close and peering over
at this life — the space we share
and I wonder at your nature —
and your purpose — passing angel
for I feel your spirit
there.

In a moment the mood changes
and the flow of air around me
moves direction
as though some entity unseen
has rearranged the motes that swim
and float through my perception
strange as a dream.

There have been times
I’ve almost seen you
caught a glimpse of a small shadow
the second I have turned
so you’ve become a gentle haunting
forever at the corner of my eye
where memory burns...

And I do not know your name so
I can never call you forth
but wait in hope
some day you’ll come
and those veiled dimensions peel away
reveal the truth
in the pure light of day —
all mystery undone.