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.

Alone

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.

I love being caught in the silence

Of my setting

But never feeling lonely

Sitting alone in a room

Of our abode

Voices drifting along from the other side

I’m not lonely,

I feel safe, cared for and loved

Just knowing that you are near