WHITE SHADOWS

 Lonely I stroll in the woods,
To hear that solitary angel
Singing hand in hand,
With thy spirit, well accompanied.

Lonely I stand at the reef,
To hear that streaming ripple.
Gathering those flashing trickle
They unearth a fruity soul.

Lonely I stand in the fields,
To hear that devoting breeze.
Holding my arms apart,
They wash off those revealing cues.

Lonely I stand under nature’s shower,
To hear the music of those drops
Giggling those memories of past,
They prick a hurted heart.

Lonely I stand, drooped in the dark,
To hear those twinkling stars,
Whispering many countless secrets,
They proved eternal divinity.

Lonely I stand, seclusion bossing;
To hear the intimate SELF.
Briefing the final words it says,
Loneliness is carved in thy being.