the Passing of days

I am alone, but not lonely in my aloneness.
Watching the sunrise...the sunsets
and in between, I watch the sun on its ponderous path
through the heavens in all his golden glory

I am alone, but not lonely in my aloneness.
And I watch the sunsets...the sunrise
and in between I watch the moon in her stately path
across the heavens in all her silvery splendor

I am alone, but not lonely in my aloneness.
I watch the elements rise in dark thunder carried on
the winds of timelessness
the lighting dances a mystic dance through the air
merging with earth in dazzling splintering of light,...
the crash of sound
an orgasm...the mating of heaven and earth.

I am alone, but not lonely in my aloneness
as I witness these events of life
there is no one to share the passing of time
there lifts within the breast...a venting, a howl
to give echoes...an illusion of an accompanying witness
 
to the passing of days