Last on the Wind

Gently, gently past the pane,
to never come this way again.
No time to look in, no time to see
Screams heard, but not for me.

Caught for a moment upon a burr,
a reminder of gone and scars of her.
Released again to float away,
Into tomorrow's another day.

Across the grey and into the blue,
Not hiding, yet all eyes pass through.
Reflecting back a sight unseen,
Gone and here, as ever been.

To the other side and over edge,
skipping stone and over ledge.
No end is near and no start to come,
a balanced life of zero sum.

Witness steals a tired gaze,
A sigh and turn as eyes glaze.
A moment held and in two forgot,
With only self, is heart besot.

Drifting on toward the unknown,
A life of aim already flown.
With angel dream and devil sin,
The end is borne, on last wind.