Ghost

Is there a Ghost that travels to a place where words stand still?
Can time freeze before the storm passes through?
The mere mortals were still sleeping before we smiled greatly on them
There was a power in what we did.
There was good
And now...What now?
We pass
like ghosts
We pass like nothing
There is no existence
and yet, I smile
Because time froze.  Somewhere in the webs of parts never far from my mind
Traveling here much seems fruitless
But in between the passing
There is a ghost I choose to see
And in that choice,
makes me stronger to walk