Solitude Undone

A poem about the quiet sorrows that lead to the creation of art

As Ursa Major hides from winter’s growl
time dissipates amongst lovers’ crown
As the desert beckons, sage fires billow
visions of truth, in a heart that yearns
inside love letters, written always to her.

Myths dangle in starlight symphonies
knowing I am but a sparrow’s cello
tossed across eons of emptiness, hoping
you find my tales in riddles hidden
as raven's caw in midnight synchrony

To grasp the heart of the desert
those susurrated dreams without awakening
to know thyself in timeless serenity
and saunter blindly in mountainous jowls
to finally lay your ghosts aside
and walk into the moon's metamorphic light.

A traveler of existential cerebrating
a lost soul will never desist the trek
across the space of the idea
and the creation
between the door and the wall
a surrealist veracity

to the vanishing symbols of
our absurd artistic opacity.

Thank you to Jonathan Greene for his editorial help.

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