Being Left Out Poem by RIC BASTASA

we arrive here together
when the moon was full

for what reason i am left out

i am alone
and you who are all my friends
like sparrows
flew away from me
together

i am like a tree without leaves
and the rocks from the cliff
stare at me in silence

the rivers have their tryst with the sea
the clouds in reunion with the wind
all in their ecstasies
bursting

the fire of sunset amazes me
i want to go near and be burned
there is something lovely
in that red and orange blaze

soon the black bird comes and hovers
on the land that i walk
soon the silence of the stars shall shoo away
the madness of my heart

i may cry and be like the rain and flood all
the paths that you have left me
i may topple some bridges and witness
the fading colors of the rainbow
the dissolving mist of the mountains

these are the utilities of futility
someone has cried and no one listens

i have a dream for many nights now
i have become the moon owning my own light
i speak to my heart and my ears listen
i shine my own light and i am now silent with a hundred stars

you all left me and now i must thrive