we arrive here together <br />when the moon was full <br /> <br />for what reason i am left out <br /> <br />i am alone <br />and you who are all my friends <br />like sparrows <br />flew away from me <br />together <br /> <br />i am like a tree without leaves <br />and the rocks from the cliff <br />stare at me in silence <br /> <br />the rivers have their tryst with the sea <br />the clouds in reunion with the wind <br />all in their ecstasies <br />bursting <br /> <br />the fire of sunset amazes me <br />i want to go near and be burned <br />there is something lovely <br />in that red and orange blaze <br /> <br />soon the black bird comes and hovers <br />on the land that i walk <br />soon the silence of the stars shall shoo away <br />the madness of my heart <br /> <br />i may cry and be like the rain and flood all <br />the paths that you have left me <br />i may topple some bridges and witness <br />the fading colors of the rainbow <br />the dissolving mist of the mountains <br /> <br />these are the utilities of futility <br />someone has cried and no one listens <br /> <br />i have a dream for many nights now <br />i have become the moon owning my own light <br />i speak to my heart and my ears listen <br />i shine my own light and i am now silent with a hundred stars <br /> <br />you all left me and now i must thrive<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-left-out/
