The droning voices around submerge
The weary soul within.
Even in the midst of a multitude,
The heart is capable of feeling alone.
Solitary songs are not for those
Who have never traversed the wilderness
After dusk;
Treading on pathless partings lit only by star lights
Which have disappeared into the silence of the night.
His presence has become fleeting shadows that
Arise from the sea of emptiness.
Hugging and loving me as a lover does,
Yet there is no one there.
I walk gently into the desert of the human soul
Leaving my name behind
And hoping to forget
One whose entire being has been written into my being;
One who has been the very essence of my lifesong.
Yet how does one forget?
To avoid remembering or to deny one's longings?
To shield our eyes from random objects of love
Or from the recurring sights
That endlessly replay themselves in the mind's eyes?
Time does not heal
And space suffocates what little room
The heart exists in to breathe.
Perhaps it is easier to fall into a deep sleep.
One no longer has to remember in our waking anguish
The pain of living and loving
And having all of what you are
Leaving you.
