I feel you all around when you swiftly enter a room,
most don't don't understand why you do the things that you do.
You are intriguing also as you are to most, some are confused and
mistake you for a ghost. The word spirit is more I like it, for I feel you
deserve respect. You have been in the world I lived, crossed over
and went to the next. You are in a world that science often question and
skeptics don't want to believe, in my world many continue guessing but
when our time is up we will see. You watch my every move when ever it
interest you, I feel the chill on my skin when you decide to enter a room.
I see you energy and reflections in photos which others stare in fright,
I hear your footsteps and hear you haunts while you roam the house at night.
I often want to project myself in the astral world to meet you and others face to face,
for you are an entity in a parallel world who's existence we can not trace.
Some believe you do not exist but I know you do for energy never dies,
when I am alone or in the dark I can feel your invisible eyes.
They beam on me so observantly the chills run down my spine, the
temperature drops and my heart beats fast and I know this is a sign.
Mixed emotions crowd my mind as I begin to go my own way, not
sure if you want me to leave or what not but I prefer to go my own way.
Not sure what to expect from you for you may just be confused,
with what you are, who I am, and how I may react to you.
Your form of life is beautiful to me as well your existence, skeptics
doubt you because of their tangible minds and you suffer the consequences.
Your abilities are over-estimated though you are generally harmless to most,
you are harmful to those lacking knowledge of the definition of a ghost.
It is complicated to explain to others that you are here in different form,
humans fear what they can not control and seeing is believing is the norm.
What we fail to understand the unknown isn't always evil and bad,
For you to be judge by the physical world is lonely and sad.
You are invisible but yet noticeable to the third eye, I sense your presence
among us but never have I tried to ask you why.
You have had opportunities to startle me or communicate through a dream,
You want to be ignored but the truth is you have been seen.
Shadows, passing apparitions, wondering outside, and vortex in photographs,
You don't realize it but the coldness rises when you pass.
I know you are a spirit and in here you are welcome in every way,
one day I will have to cross over and I will hopefully meet you one day.
