Somewhere, Far Away

A song echoes

Lacking clarity

Its tune entwined

With the winds swooshing 

The ghost of a song

Riding the waves of a storm

The flowers of Lantana bushes

Flashing before my eyes

Pink and white

Yes they make Cherry Blossom too

But I remember the weeds of Lantana

I grew around them

The song still plays

I'm unable to make out its beginning or its end

But it flows with the incessant chirps

Of hundreds of birds

I, wondering what they would be talking about

At 5 in the evenings

About the food they caught?

Or the adventures they had?

Or the trees disappearing day after day?

How would anyone know!

Something else pokes me

In the back of my hand

The ghost of a touch

The ghost of a childhood crush

Walking past me

I wander

Somewhere far away

In a land imaginary

Where the ghosts of my memories breathe

One breath

Two

Three

Never to die 

Ever