alone <br />i listen to the silence of my thoughts <br />flying on wings of song to places unknown <br />over desert hills and snow-capped mountains <br />stone monuments and raging streams <br />and fields of gold and red and green <br />breathing new meaning to worlds without borders <br />discerning, yet knowing nothing. <br /> <br />i see visions in the dark jostling for space <br />like shadows on a ledge weaving tales <br />of angels dancing in the rain <br />leprechauns cavorting at rainbow's end <br />gypsies pitching tent along forgotten byways <br />circus clowns wiping away tears that no one sees <br />taunting, and tugging at strings. <br /> <br />i smell the scents of passion unleashed <br />the whiff of new-fangled sensations <br />wreaking havoc on a crumpled heart <br />haunted by ghosts of legends past <br />smoldering, screaming in numb defiance <br />apathy grudgingly giving in to starkness <br />acquiescing, but not believing. <br /> <br />i taste the essence of nature's beast <br />lingering on the fringes of sweet reverie <br />sun-kissed laughter erupts from nowhere <br />in hopeful relapse and chaotic anticipation <br />giddiness reborn to exhale another moment <br />to impale and trample on too fragile skin <br />another day, perhaps forever. <br /> <br />i feel the gush of inexorable motion <br />like tiny waves rushing hurriedly to shore <br />only to recede into cosmic emptiness <br />the lustful touch of phantom fingers <br />cajoling, beguiling ever so dolefully <br />leaving me parched and craving for more <br />to embrace the night as if there's no tomorrow <br />alone, naturally.<br /><br />Denn Meneses<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/solitude-117/
