What? Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

What am I
I run on empty late in the night
Hollow eyes dimly lit
Wispy under the moon
Nervous like a sharp breath
I follow you slinking near the tree line
I crawl like a slow cloud
On a wind all nothing and blown out
I am like a dream that is lost in the frost
Waiting to pounce on a tired mind
What am I
Deep in the forest
Of half forgotten memories
And half remembered mystic tales
Of ghosts and earth angels
Lingering, hiding, holding their tongue
Holding their power over my presence
What am I
A foreboding, whispering thing of shadow
Or secrecy here watching you
From my deep cover
Sacred yet soul-less
Happy to be sad
Found in a lost place
Waiting only waiting.