No One

Remembered sunshine trickles down among my thoughts, summer fragrance, lazy, golden warmth.
Did once I live, hold the rich, dark earth between my hands? Did I leave footprints in the sand? The image fades; it is forgot. I glide away upon the moon's slipstream and cast no shadow on the land.

For I am nothing, I am no one; a breath of air caressing your cheek, a whisper of breeze that lifts your hair, murmurs softly, but cannot speak. Nor can I hear the echoes of a voice, once mine. Had I a name? I don't recall. These things are lost among the mists of time.

I am nothing, I am no one, but I am free...free to dance across the water's sheen, sail across the sky, admire a frosted, crystal moon, as it paints the earth with platinum light. I see the sunset melt the blue, spill down into the sea and turn the waters flaming bright. I feel the colors flow through me.

Such splendor, the wonders I could share, but I drift along a solitary plane. Of my presence, you are unaware. A mote of dust upon a sunbeam, the shimmer on a web, finespun, a reflection through a raindrop. I am nothing, I am no one.

The Genie