Walking

Like a skin stretched too thin over a frame too green
I can feel the snapping in my head as I silently scream
It's a quiet sound that goes mostly unheard
And my soul cries inside, a noise generally unreturned

I sit in the silence of my solitary weeping
Caught up in the loneliness the black hole is devising
It is there that I can think past my selfish concerns
It is there I remember that I feel as well as discern

Loneliness, such an odd thing, for I've never been alone
Not really, not ever. Though I still feel it in my soul
He sits next to me watching, waiting for my thoughts
And my anger dies away, replaced instead by grief not lost

"What do you see?" The question reverberates through my soul
And I look up past my concerns at the world I can behold
It's not easy to explain what happens in these quiet moments
For my eyes remain the same, although my heart feels quite gifted

I think we've all caught a glimpse once or twice in our life
Of that feeling of creation and the knowledge of what's right
Like the touch of the wind as it tickles the grass at night
Or the brush of a wave, the point where two world's collide

I remember then the reasons why I'm here
"Be strong" The words echo ever so loud and clear
Like an anchor they hold fast and secure to my heart
And I don't let got, for fear he will part

He asks me now, still sensing my distress
"What do you desire?" For could it be any less?
And I think, to share my wonderments with another
A little more, but no less, that is what I desire

I rise from the wall, my rump sore from sitting
And move on in the life that has been given to my keeping
The black hole, it still yearns, but that's nothing new
There's work to be done, and many things I'm needed to do

-April 29, 2002