Night Skies : Volume One.

Solitude.

On dark days such as this,
I stand still on the edge of my cliff,
I look down on the world as,
humanity hustles & justles.
see the laughter in their eyes,
see the weariness in their hearts.
still they push on, press on.
someplace to be,
something to do.

I stand still, only I
no friend, no foe.
only a beating heart,
and a dreamers mind.
this single grain of sand,
stuck inside,
this giant hour glass of solitude,
for what I hope
is for the greater good.

Fin.

A poem.
For all those who find themselves alone in a world full of people.