Lonesome again.

This time it’s not a solemn solitude.

My heart crescendos to the rhythm of it’s own beat.

Deep into the swing of that sweet heartbeat music.

And my memory longs for times I never knew..

Nostalgia of a life I never lived.

Romanticized dreams of past and future.

The present is the cruelest to us. To our dreams.

Love like an ocean.

Although uncertain in it’s path,

Seldom worried of where it’s going.

That sweet heartbeat music starts up again…

Loneliness is not always a fearsome thing.

Time filled with meaningless clatter..

When our souls ache for reflection.

Richness found in the sound of our own music.

Can you hear it?

I looked up at that aging tree..

..that tree twisting and turning, old and decrepit, near death next to that deep dark ocean...and i thought, in that moment...just in that moment..

The possibility of life sustained in that tree.

Tears came rolling down the hills of my cheeks.
No, not because of the death of this remarkable creation,
But at the beauty of life sustained, and life lost.
Oh, to live solely in that tree forever.

Perfectly content in my old dying tree next to the churning sea.