ONEANDLONELY

seeking shelter in the wood
beckoned in by the music played
anticipating the comfort

briefly though
as the life of a bubble

i stand complete

feeling the rush of an oncoming train
or the eminent clap of thunder after the flash

my perfect being is removed

the wave returns to the ocean

it cannot be halted

or altered

it is ying
and
alter yang

alone again with redundant thought

to no one there
the island reveals it's beauty
and
pain beneath it's grandeur

beauty is
it cannot be otherwise

it is

and always will

so

in times when things
are not

I accept
that

I
AM