The Voice of My Ghosts
I was never there,
or perhaps I was, then
gone–not lost,
but traveling at a fluctuating tempo,
now presto, now adagio,
a star on the edge of the universe–
you will see my light,
past, present, and future
serial flares that pivot,
turn before to after
and back. Follow, and I will take you
across bumpy, rumble strips
to ethereal flights. It is the legacy of speed–
and radiance–stardust coursing through
your heart.

For my dVerse prompt. I started writing, knowing that I wanted to begin with that first line, but I had no idea what my poem would be about until I was partway through it. Such a strange feeling.