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 origin.
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 answers that will lead me out of the darkness that
  holds me in its grasp.
The answers, I believe, that lie in the darkness, just beyond my
  fingertips, just beyond my grasp, and I despair.
I look but my weary eyes cannot penetrate the blackness, cannot
  find the answers in the illusions that surround me for they are
  not real.
They torment me, distract me, lead me down endless paths past the
  shadows of unremembered dreams.
With an almost imperceptible touch they play the strings of my mind
  and their false promises dance before my conscienousness.
They circle me and my mind spins, I lose my way and there is no one
  to guide me back to the reality I seek.
I am alone, there is no one to guide me, that to is an illusion,
  a deception to confuse me.
If I am to survive I must look inside myself for the illusions that
  haunt me draw on my weaknesses for their existance.
I am alone and in my solitude I must find the answers that will
  lead me to the truth I seek for only through my own strength can
  I find peace with myself.

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