Lonely is the path for a wounded heart

Serenity called home

Lonely is this game called life.

At my window I sit,

Through the glass I stare...

Little dew drops on the grass glare

The sun rays brilliantly shine at the stars
On a black velvet sky....

Silence in the wounded  heart

Silence in the soul

Silence in the mind

How lonely is this game?

Or perhaps the question would be:

How serene is this path?

24 September 2001

YB