I am still here,
Standing here among the stones.
My thoughts drifting in the relentless wind,
Out towards the unending horizon: the line of blue grey.
I came here looking for myself,
And found nothing.
Just a space, where once a question might have been.
The crow did not follow me here
Just the seagulls remain, calling across the sea.
As night falls, sleep descends,
And everything is again forgotten.