he walks
comfortable by his own shadow
through the world
seeking nothing his eyes don't see
loneliness
cradles his heart and fills his soul
leaving little
room for holding another
the quiet
becomes the canvas of his thoughts
comforting
the man stretches beyond the light
wonder
filling the hours of each day
adventure springs into his bones
compromise
is something so very simple
as the sun rises
until it rises once again
the footpath
knows his footfalls intimately
absorbing them
with the passion of a lover
he walks
in the shadows he covets
the lonely man
drinks from the confidence
of his existence.
barb
The only place a fellow could find such a degree of loneliness would be in a large crowd of people. Well, maybe that is just me.
ReplyDeleteLove your poem, Barbara. Reading it aloud was a real treat for me.