Figments

Did they see the smoke going up, did they see the fall?
Did they see the perfect set turn into a knot?
Did they see the twists in the tale or were we just too blind?

Do they still see it plain, does it still look perfect?

Did you see the mess they have made?
Did you see it all?
The mighty strong house of cards, shall surely some day fall.

Alone

The empty roads and the windy breeze,
the clear blue sky and the swaying leaves,
bring a silent smile to my heart.

I think about nothing and feel so little
I walk a little slower with head a bit higher.
It gives me the happy that is never too high
neither too chirpy, just content and light.