Alone i sit, thoughts float by.
I hear the wind outside, the
breath of the sleeping dogs;
let sleeping dogs lie?
...
D ear ones, arise, embrace the day!
E arly pre-dawn stillness may
L inger not, nor long it lasts.
I nitial birdsong grows and hast
...
I seek expression through words, words to reach you. Words to bring you with me into my world.)
Isolation
Alone i sit, thoughts float by.
I hear the wind outside, the
breath of the sleeping dogs;
let sleeping dogs lie?
My feelings, emotions were
like sleeping dogs.
I woke them, stumbled
and stepped on tails.
They leapt and yelped,
then slowly, slept again.
Alone i sit, thoughts float by.
The chill seeps through the panes,
it creeps into my shell, my bones.
I would wrap in comfort,
but sorrow is my cover.
Comfort has lost its protection.
Worn thin with age,
ivory-smells of cedar from a box,
stiff, unused these many days.
The chill seeps through the panes.
Alone i sit, thoughts float by.
Darkness swallows the outside world,
Wraps the house, mouth agape.
Ready to inhale this life inside,
its icy breath whispers, 'Relief.'
In near silence, cold numbing
emotions sleep, comfort lost.
Death's darkness bids, 'Relief.'
Alone i sit, thoughts float by.
Darkness is the outside world.