Passing Through

I move through the world as silent specter,

Parting the air, leaving spaces in my wake.

I am an absence, a void that flows,

Seeking to hold what cannot be grasped.

The solid forms part before me,

Bending my passage, re-framing my past.

I am the space between, the breath between words,

The pause that allows the whole to remain.

I do not seek to possess or proclaim,

Only to arc the delicate balance.

For in the spaces I fill, my world spins.