Ethereal

am the silence in the shadows 
I am the unseen eyes of the night 
I am the weakest of winds that touches your face 
I am an owl who crosses the sky in moonlight 
I am in whispering of trees 
The soft voice you can almost understand 
I am in mournful cry of a beast 
Who hunts on barren lands 

I am in raindrops that fall from darkest skies 
I am in candleflame that mirrors your eyes 
I stand in last rays of evening light 
That fall upon your bed 
And I guard your sleep 
As if I was not dead...