periphery of light
peers through
impenetrable clouds
serene bluesy winds
blow warmth
from the sea
in the distance
echoing
silence, quietly,
beckons
miles away
muffled train
whistle
screams
rain drops
fall in slip-slop
patterns
on black asphalt
alone, lost
soul, walks
behind veiled
darkness
searching
avenues
for a place
to, finally,
belong
© 2010 Lisa Arnold
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That's what everyone wants --- to belong! Great poem. I gave it five stars.