FAITH

Soft footsteps in my wake 
I feel them in my spine 
Shivers of a wraith like presence 
In the cerulean mists of time 

A tender hand holds me up 
But the touch I do not feel 
Answering desires of my soul 
In the eerie fogs of teal . 

I wander forlorn in hazy depths 
of consciousness; I look for you 
Wrapped around me in swirls of faith 
Your caress, an aura of smoky blue. 

MS