Memoir of a Ghost

A holy man speaks of peace
Lies; he knows of unrest
They bury a memory
In a box, I'm lain
In death

But it is not so!
I am here, still!
Perhaps not in life, but after

For I am a shadow in the trees
I am your good luck
I am the tear on your cheek
Hidden by rain

And now the heavens weep
While my family does also
If only they could see
Beyond this shadow!

But I see new horizons
Different seasons, different stars
Unfamiliar yet elegant
Just as beautiful as ours

And in new sky; a voice
That tells me wonders
Of no boundary
But the wonders that they are:
Just Imaginary

In life, opportunity,
In death there is none,
To make change in history.
What change have I done?