The Solitude Poem by Vera Dike

I sat alone in a crowded coupe
lonely among others beings
Behind the window snow fell
Which alegory..
snow flakes and people,
they are all same
yet they are different,
beautiful and ugly
their own way.

Somewhere there,
behind another window
which always shines
in the darness of the night
like a lighthouse
Lighthouse of my life.
The same snowflakes dreft
twinklin' images.

The light is waiting.
The light is always patient.
I will be there and wondering
how beautiful is
the dance of cold gems
under street lights
and at the moment the silence will fall
and covering the whole world
with solitude.