Our brothers, sisters, our street-smarts  clothes sodden,
You are here, we see you, you are not forgotten

There's a ghost in the machine
A distant heartbeat
An echo
A recollection of tides pulled by the rhythm
Of the moon
A lunar cycle
Of leaves swirled
And now settled
By the whisper
Of the breeze
A message repeated
But not audibly heard
Remembered and understood.
You are in the right place
Where you need to be
All you need now
Is to breathe and be.

the wind blew through me
when my soul became restless
on this corner,  we used to be
and now just my heart,  driftless

Paused for the light
But hadn’t noticed,  I shouldn’t
Wait for what will never be right
The dust on my shoes, and I couldn’t

The wind blew through me
Though my heart remained restless
At the cemetery gate we left the city
Passing back I left you driftless