God and Ghost Sightings

Present
Omnipresent
Constant

Unspoken
Unseen
Un-uttered

Dripping from my every thought,
Is the Someone I cannot see

My restless field of flowers,
Where my heart is being held
That is where sight and sound have left me
With nothing but a chill

My free fall frees my mind of dust
Ever present wave, a gust

Foreign sightings come to play
This Alien took my breath away

-Excite!
     -Ignite!
Drowning in fright-
Sinking into flight-

He who resides in the wind of creation
Invades me,
Haunts me
On my way to The Eternal Vacation