As I watch the sun set for one last time on the wilder side of my world, the golden glow fades behind rugged islands that lie out far beyond the bay, and I wonder if I shall ever find another soul who will care to share with me these wondrous moments.
Will it be I alone who revels at the marbled sky? Who watches as the birds glide hurriedly home to their nurturing nests. Now I am a solitary songbird. Will my own music be enough to soothe my soul? Will those fiery plumes, left in the wake of our life giving star’s descent, be enough to warm my heart?
Can I please my own mind scanning the horizon for random sights that bless the present as unique, never to be seen or felt or heard again?
Will I miss your presence every time nature marvels in my eyes?
I must trust that somewhere there are eyes out there that see the same, who wonder if they will meet another’s glance and for a moment feel an ease of that subtle, solemn pain.
Loneliness is only lonesome when we alone are not enough.
Can the unconditional love we have to share with the world, for life, nature and every being and creature in existence be suffice to compensate for these moments not shared?
I guess I will eventually see.
Somewhere inside I do believe.