Alone I Stand

Here I stand a solitary man
Alone on an island
With a kaleidoscope of crystalline time sifting sand
Twisting through my hands;

Weaving the gossamer threads
Of my wishes that did not come to past.
Creating a tapestry in my head,
Of the lives I wished to have lived instead
And of the loves that did not last
For they flashed by much too fast.

Standing amongst a crowd,
Who are all speaking loud,
All I hear is the silence of the breeze,
Which gently caresses my cheek
And teases as it puts me at ease.

Raising my head to the skies
Water fills my eyes
And slitters along my face
At an unhurried pace.

The salty taste of the sea spray
Beacons an embrace that encourage
Joyous continuous play;
Liquid promises of an eternal stay.

Still standing in the crowd
The silent echoes of the strangers speaking loud.
Make me feel extremely alone.
My warm broken heart is not made of stone.

So I turn and begin the long voyage home
Along a road of dirt, of pebbles and of stone.

Between bubbles of lingering silence

I can hear the echoes of my chains
Among the glittering drops as it rains.
My chains are gone but as I walk.
The chains serenades a consistent talk.
I can still hear their ancient clanking
An incessant banging
Making a resounding sound.
The shackle with which I am bound
Are stronger than steel.
The shackles I cannot feel
But the pain is real.

Between the deafening silence

Each steps echoes memories of midnight strolls
Along the sands of time.
A slow race toward the dawn toward the morn,
When again I am reborn.

Travelling the long solitary path
I arrive at a crossroads.
Where my patron, Janus awaits
The Sentinel to my fate.

Again alone I stand.