Alone is Not Lonely
Pale lemon sun chaperones obscurity.
standing on sidelines watching, while
others bide time smelling the roses
but I am unable to unpack
trappings of my emotional baggage.
Solitary moon meanders around me
as I trudge miles in my despair,
loneliness mutilating my soul.
Vertigo of night strikes without caring
as I stumble on precipice with tears
thrashing my throat in delusions.
Whistling alone, I stroll down the street,
reflections of life flow in silver streams.
Reaching out to touch damp soothing rain,
roaming freely from all cares of my world.
Waking early in morning to ride sunshine,
tide of inner thoughts in esoteric spirit.
Feeling the space around me in whispers,
standing alone in my own footsteps.
Savoring the taste of enveloping silence,
breathing deeply to unlock my universe.
Watching others walking on by, leaving
me alone in lulling reveries to explore
blossoming meditations of a dreamer.