Shadow Walker

The night is cold and gloomy, my breath

Hangs in the air, mingling with

The star dust caught within the gray

Cigarette smoke that curls out from

Between my frozen chapped lips.

I stand between lamp posts, on

Street corners cast in gray shadows.

Strangers pass by, but none of them

Seem to even notice my still

Invisible existence here.

A fog hangs dense around my feet,

Wafting past me like a lonely

Lost spirit. It dances along

The ground making everything look

As if the gray sky has fallen.

If you listen closely, you can

Hear the gray whispers of ghosts long

Forgotten. They will tell you tales

Of secrets that the universe

Holds close for those that will listen.