alone
i listen to the silence of my thoughts
flying on wings of song to places unknown
over desert hills and snow-capped mountains
stone monuments and raging streams
and fields of gold and red and green
breathing new meaning to worlds without borders
discerning, yet knowing nothing.
i see visions in the dark jostling for space
like shadows on a ledge weaving tales
of angels dancing in the rain
leprechauns cavorting at rainbow's end
gypsies pitching tent along forgotten byways
circus clowns wiping away tears that no one sees
taunting, and tugging at strings.
i smell the scents of passion unleashed
the whiff of new-fangled sensations
wreaking havoc on a crumpled heart
haunted by ghosts of legends past
smoldering, screaming in numb defiance
apathy grudgingly giving in to starkness
acquiescing, but not believing.
i taste the essence of nature's beast
lingering on the fringes of sweet reverie
sun-kissed laughter erupts from nowhere
in hopeful relapse and chaotic anticipation
giddiness reborn to exhale another moment
to impale and trample on too fragile skin
another day, perhaps forever.
i feel the gush of inexorable motion
like tiny waves rushing hurriedly to shore
only to recede into cosmic emptiness
the lustful touch of phantom fingers
cajoling, beguiling ever so dolefully
leaving me parched and craving for more
to embrace the night as if there's no tomorrow
alone, naturally.
Denn Meneses
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/solitude-117/
