MindWraith

I feel you wave in the shadows of dancing leaves,
in the shiver of wild sugarcane, 
in the quiet scuffle under the bushes
and the ripple of a still pond
I see your white tail slip out the corner of my eye
as if shy but always there, asking, 
Do you remember me?
I open my palm to a single rose petal
I don’t recall holding one.
Remember me…
…Remember me…