What Isn't

This poem was inspired a while back by a poem by #Blueblotts, who has since vanished from the Opussing world.

I am the echo of things long gone
The words that you whispered when you thought no one heard
The sounds that you made when you slept in your bed
The voices that sing you to sleep in your head.
I am the shadow of days in the past
The leavings of stories that brought you to life
The trails of the journeys that you walked alone
The marks on the paths that brought you back home.
I am the writings of the saints in your mind
The words of the prophets who taught you the truth
The songs of pariahs as they rose from the grave
The praise of the master and curse of the slave.
I am the wind that breathed life in your dust
The sound of the chimes that swung in your heart
The scent of the breeze that danced in your lungs
The taste of the music that tickled your tongue
I am the vision of times not yet seen
The glimpse of the things you don't want to know
The sight of a time filled with weapons of grace
The glance at the future of the great human race.

For I'm the reflection of what you don't show
And I am the echo of things you don't know.