Listening to every heart
Well now this isn't CA, but let me tell you what I saw:
Loneliness crawls like a serpent fanged,
Tentacle-hooded crawling with sharp arms,
Into mournful mountains, a loner sang,
With tears harvested from life's farms.
the lonesomeness here literally sings out, high on a mountain, crying to mountains, no one to hear but the serpent...the pain so intense from life itself
Unheard in solitude, are stinging strains
The loner's melancholied harping melodies
From a faraway hill top in singled pains,
A goat away of his herd, wailing parodies.
Only to hear the bleating of a lost goat, hearing the man cry, crying back, each an echo unto itself
Out in an unexplored world, but in obscurity,
Free from ungainly bindings, but imprisoned,
Held captive in a lonely soul's woeful city,
Filled with pain felt to extremes, unreasoned.
knowing that when even in the most public of places, the obscurity one can feel when just one, no place to go, no one to be with
From the pages of the book of a loner,
No words jump out, for there are none!
What could one write about a lone runner,
Marooned, a ship in high seas, unable to run!
and then you turned the tides on me [pun intended] and put this very person on a ship at sea, with nowhere to run!
So OK, I'm still smiling, but now it is at your efforts, for they are so very serious, and as always, quite effective.
~~~Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow.
Helen Keller ~~~
When you want to be loved, look within...KRJ