I sit alone beneath a vast gathering of stars in the nighttime sky
and I feel the loneliness of one.
I feel a soft gentle evening breeze whisper quietly by me, its
gentle movement unseen as it passes.
Yet I see its movement in the slow graceful swirl of the evening
mist as it rises above a pond in the pale light of a new moon.
I feel the warmth of the night air as it surrounds me and feel it
touch me.
These fragments of the night call to me and as I become aware of
their presence I realize I have no one to share their existance
with.
I hear the music of the night and its sounds fill my ears with the melody of its life and the silence of its being.
I smell sweet fragances that drift to me hinting at the beauty
hidden in the darkness and I can only imagine their origins.
I see the fragile light of a lone firefly as it travels silently
through the night and I see myself.
I sit alone beneath a vast gathering of stars in the nighttime sky
and I try to shed this cloak of loneliness that weighs so heavily
upon me.
I search for the light that will lead me out of this darkness that
holds me in its grasp.
And as I search I gaze again at the graceful movement of the mist
and I see her before me for she is my light.
I see the grace in her movements, the essence of her gentle nature,
as she moves like the mist through my life.
I reach for her and the mist closes in and she is gone and I am
once more alone.
But the sweet fragrance that surrounds her lingers still and the
beauty that is hidden from me still lingers before my eyes.
The music of her laughter sings to me and the melody of her voice
whispers in my ear.
I search for her, for the light that glows in her smile, that
shines from her eyes.
I search for her and I see the golden beams of the rising sun paint
the distant clouds in hues of gold and pink before the
brightening blue sky.
And as this glorious display spills over the far horizon I see her
once more before me.
Again I reach for her and as her hand rises and our fingers touch
I feel her warmth and I know she is real.
As the darkness of the night fades before the new day so the
darkness I have known fades in my memory and I am alone no more.
