Wednesday, August 16, 2006


ambient sounds softly drip into the small space
a faint light resonates
the whisper of a swirling breeze above
however thoughts go outside
to the lonely dark and vacant night
where is there love to be found?
where is there peace to be discovered?
to trade a life for a life would be grand sometimes
to leave this shell behind to release this restless energy
bellowing up from inside this host
burning deep down inside
wanting release
a longing to be somewhere familiar
surrounding ripples go out but never touch
islands are lonely and we all are stranded
to leave this island of solitude for new experiences
is too scary and painful to dwell on
yet thoughts go outside into vast emptiness
to search for a warmth of another looking beyond
seeking union to find communion and eternal bliss

© 2006 thomas bates