Unable to sleep I take to the darkened pathways of a cold evening
There is no destination and I fear no destiny as well
I just need to find solace
It is, I know, within solitude that comfort keeps
a lonely but patient vigil
It is not my fellows that I seek
for they are wrapped in their own longings and unable
to truly understand that we are singular creatures
No one could fully understand my mind and my heart
and I am too weary to appreciate intention
It is in a train whistle then that I find an empathy,
the relentless churning of a steel wheels mechanism,
that confirms my encompassing desire;
for that is my physical state.
It is your name whispered through a misplaced tree
that joins my vigil
It is the stars that are not in constellations
that understand the dimensions of a heart that seeks notice
within the vastness of another's soul
It is your eyes reflected in each drop of rain
your smile obscuring a jealous moon.
In truth it is an endless search for a horizon
that might lead me to you and a private moment
without payment due.
It is the darkness itself looking more solid in the absence of light
that finally offers to requite me in her name
Together the darkness and I console each other,
as we confess our love for her, and the light that she shines.
I may not have her.
The darkness may not have the sun;
and she is indeed that.
It rains in the wee morning hours only for me.
my tears are thankful for it.
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