Loneliness

06-09-2003
“Loneliness”
come and take a walk with me
my oldest, closest friend
the party's died, all have left
except for you, and me, again
lets not take the travelled path
many lifetimes lost that way
vivid paintings still burn my mind
in brilliant shades of grey
i feel you hold my hand again
and yet there’s no comfort
no warm shelter to hide myself,
at least you bring no hurt
now as we walk into the night
bring my crying to a halt
for as the tears run down my lips 
i no longer taste the salt
my foe, my friend, my comfort zone
nothing you expect me to do
and in return I fear no scorn
but you are no stranger, are you?