In shadows deep where echoes tread,  
I wandered once, when I was dead.  
No breath to draw, no heart to beat,  
In silence vast, I roamed the streets.

The world above, it seemed so far,  
A fleeting dream, a distant star.  
I touched the veil where light had fled,  
A ghostly whisper in my head.

The colors bled to shades of gray,  
And time itself began to sway.  
In that great void, where whispers rest,  
I searched for peace, but found unrest.

Yet even in that silent space,  
A fleeting warmth, a gentle grace.  
For in the dark, I saw a spark,  
A memory's light to leave a mark.

Though once I was beyond the veil,  
I learned that even ghosts can sail.  
Through realms of thought and dreams instead,  
The living light when I was dead