I. Letter From A Ghost

[font=Sylfaen]I have passed into The Veil.    
My flesh is shed, I am electric    
but a far undertaking of Man -      
a wind to the mortal sails.    
I twist on a whim, snaking      
like a current in a void towards    
a sunken sun, bereft of heat,    
no smoke pressed to dust against the sky,  
thick with warm colors.    
Skies are polluted a sickly grey,    
I would breathe white, were      
the air not to escape me.      
     
Feelings here are difficult to bear,    
like a reticent drowning - static,    
numb, I cannot remember what bade my stay.    
The others come and go -    
some into themselves, falling apart    
like stars in rapture, I only pray    
that my end be as beautiful.