Alone is Not Lonely

Lonely

     Pale lemon sun chaperones obscurity.

     standing on sidelines watching, while

     others bide time smelling the roses

     but I am unable to unpack

     trappings of my emotional baggage.

     Solitary moon meanders around me

     as I trudge miles in my despair,

     loneliness mutilating my soul.

     Vertigo of night strikes without caring

     as I stumble on precipice with tears

     thrashing my throat in delusions.

Alone

     Whistling alone, I stroll down the street,

     reflections of life flow in silver streams.

     Reaching out to touch damp soothing rain,

     roaming freely from all cares of my world.

     Waking early in morning to ride sunshine,

     tide of inner thoughts in esoteric spirit.

     Feeling the space around me in whispers,

     standing alone in my own footsteps.

     Savoring the taste of enveloping silence,

     breathing deeply to unlock my universe.

     Watching others walking on by, leaving

     me alone in lulling reveries to explore

     blossoming meditations of a dreamer.