A Lonesome Walk

I’ve walked down barren shores
Watching streaks of moonlight 
sail the swelling waves,
with murky waters breathing at my feet
and a chilling breeze sighing in my ear.
So we sighed as one.
I have walked down myriad paths 
through many scented autumns,
And watched the looming trees 
weep their crimson leaves,
So we wept together.
I have pressed my body close
to the mighty spinning earth,
Caressing her damp skin,
Brushing her green hair
Listening to her heartbeat
pound in tune with mine.
I’ve gazed into the endless voids of night,
At every sparkling shard 
of every distant sun,
and heard the silence softly whisper.
And never have I felt so alone
and yet so alive.

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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...

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