I had a vision of shadow skies,
Swaying reeds and soft goodbyes,
Heard a silver stranger say,
I wish you well along your way.
The road was rough, the bearings grim,
The pain was ceaseless, laughter dim.
Alone, a ghost, in pouring rain,
“If you don’t lose, you’ll never gain.”
Soon my death will move me on.
My hopes and dreams are long gone.
Only sorrow in my heart,
So I will not fear when I depart.
I died, I died, so long ago,
Soon the ghost will have to go.
But while this ghost still tarries here,
Nothing living do I fear.