Saturday, 23 July 2011

Lonesome Night


Which is lonelier………….?

The wind that has blown from the south all day, charged with the smell and weight of distant sea – that will drown me in waves if I venture out to meet it…

Or the early sun that will break the dawn with fresh rays of hope?

The bar in the village, it’s bright coloured lights inviting me in as I drive past, where I will sit as a stranger…..

Or the empty house to which I return?

The dark and silence that I bring……

Or the empty silence in which I will awake?

This half empty bottle of wine from which I drink, or the unused glass at my side?

This pizza, cut into pieces of eight….

Or these two hands that hold it….

This single plate…

These two eyes that stare at the unhappy night?

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