On winds unerring

Uncaring,
he moves forward
like a leaf,
blown by an unerring wind.
Listless, it swoops 'round
carried past anything
that might stop its journey;
carrying on into
eternity.

Ghosts.reprise

The ghosts of the past were
my friends.
They comforted
protected
explained the world.
But now, they are gone.
Their presence missed,
as dying spirits
leave no ghost.