A Ghost On The Wind Poem by Paula Glynn

I am a ghost on the wind,
Flying with the breeze that ruffles my invisible hair,
And helps me sail above and beyond the air,
But this ghost does not scream,
Just wonders what a sad and strange dream,
And wonders how to be freed to the land of the living,
For I whisper in people's ear,
I jump from buildings, yet never fall,
I say greetings from across the room but no one answers,
No one calls, then I see people throw dirt upon my coffin,
And know I am dead, and I hear what is being said,
About me and about my life,
Was I loved? Was I hated? Why can't I remember?
I just know I need to find some answers,
But the people sitting in the kitchen aren't answering,
I wonder if they know I am there, but maybe I am not there,
For I am a mere ghost on the wind, yet have truths to reveal,
My life had nothing to conceal, yet I am here,
Trying to nudge those who matter into action,
I can't stay here, travelling the air like a breeze,
That whispers in someone's ear, hoping a master will appear,
To guide me through this strange world,
Where whispers from ghosts are seldom heard,
And I need to reach closure: I need to find out why I died,
And I need people to know how I died,
But here comes the master now, taking me to a new place,
Where there are things to do and people who matter,
Where I can be freed from the torment of my death,
And disappear from the breeze as quickly as an intake of breath.