Still Poem by Adrian Antique

now sitting on a rock under a lonely tree
still watching a flight of birds swiftly passing …
speechless against a calling to fly free
from a promise in my heart still holding.

i still see my last moments of surrender,
still hear my voice lulling my love's final sleep …
vowing to never again like this suffer -
an endless sunset in my dreams I still keep.

at a distance still playing are the little children
so unmindful of the disappearing glow of day,
so boundlessly away from the world of men …
there's still laughter at twilight I hope and say.

then the wind comes like an unexpected guest
and follows rain like notes of goodbye …
the young ones run but I still keep to my quest -
the rustle of the leaves still baffling my cry.

what I am longing for is something I can't embrace …
will there be a hand in my darkness to keep me still?
this worry of dying alone is a smudge on my face -
i seek her presence in this pain i still feel.

tomorrow perhaps I'll still come back here …
on this hill of my short solitude and still hopefully bring
my coat of denial, my bag of stolen minutes still masking my fear,
and maybe still - a new breath of music I can loudly sing.