The Dwelling of Aloneness
In those still, afflicted eyes
I once saw the silent rippling
of many unspoken words—
why have they now drifted away
into the vast courtyard
of cosmic quiet?
That face—those lips—
once stirred the air with waves of sound,
waves that shattered the stagnant walls
of my bound consciousness;
why now have those ether-born ripples
forgotten how to tremble
within the bounds of my hearing?
Am I then alone now—
utterly alone upon our destined path?
If I must bear the weight
of this solitude by myself,
I fear I may lose
the final glimmer of reassurance
at the road’s end.
So I begin to build—
my own dwelling
of aloneness.
