Alone

Each day, I journey through the dense forest of time,
Crossing the blurred edges of existence.
The trees, though strangers
Stand like kin,
Their silent grace reveals me to myself
In the lingering shadows of betrayed virtues.

Grief sits quietly at the window,
Like a bird perched, watching the world with indifference,
Threaded into the steady, unrelenting stream of time.
The earth spins away beneath me,
And I remain solitary.

Sometimes, a flash of lightning stirs my bones
A tremble, a whisper of change
As if the moment itself might carry the soul elsewhere.

When the stars fade into a dawn not yet born,
I will race into the darkness at the speed of light,
Leaving all that was mine behind
This tender, scorched body,
Singed by the embers of love.

Life, like a galloping horse,
But halt
In the blink of an eye.