Ghost of the Future
No eerie echo penetrates the night
behind a moon-swept hill that lies
far distant from my sight.
There is no apparition on the mystic plain,
but there he is, inside a place
that time and space may not contain.
We await each other
since he left his calling card
so many years ago. I didn't know
that it was he that first time
although the intervening years
have seen the evidence
of many more along the path.
And now the time grows short
until we meet as ghosts indeed,
exchanging spirit observations
as we move encumbered only by
an eidolonic quest that may
have rattled at my
aging, fleshly brain before I came.
However, to be sure, I do not know.
I havn't seen him yet, although
I am aware of him, and I expect
that he may be the impatient one
and even more like me, is primed
to speed our conversation on.
Peace, my friend; forgive me
it is yours already. Now when
they validate my passport
I shall join you on the trail.
I'm looking forward to it--
there, among the haunts of love.
~
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