Solitary Sound...

Midnight came with the beautiful
Sound of a solitary flute
As the moon appeared on my velvety blue firmament
With a promise of cumulus white clouds
A sky bare of clouds rather boring
& I so love clouds;
The leaves dancing in the breeze
As soft as the touch of she!
Glancing all around me as if in a fairy land we'll be
Forever framed in a dream
A dream of peace understanding a dream of love
Moments like these are rare very rare indeed
Like precious elements grains of sand
A momentous explosion fusing together
Like an infusion of love
The rhythm set by nature that's all that's needed
Day & night, night & day
But we're always in a rush, no time to stand and stare
Running like demented soulless beings
Careing not to stand & stare
Please stand still for am looking at you!
No one listens no hears no one cares
Understanding not the meaning of those
Undecipherable words & so the journey goes on
For we are on a journey a journey of discovery.
As the train pulls away sounding its whistle
Warning everyone we're on our way
Familiar faces; Faces known to most
Some unfamiliar faces telling their own stories
& some in muted silence
The magical journey going through darkness & light
Through different time zones arriving to a sudden halt
To the loneliness place on earth that station was;
Am no one special, yet am someone
There must be someplace somewhere
In search for a different meaning of life of love
As the train came to s sudden halt
That's precisely how it started again
Suddenly we were moving again
Without any warning the skies opened it's flood gates
An almighty clap of thunder fork lightening
Shook the whole earth
As if it's tumbling on it's own axis
Particles fragmentation's of a primitive naked earth
Breathing fire breaking up all around.
The moon lit in her fullness the stars above...
Was mesmerised a weird light upon our skies.
Questioning! Questions unanswered...  
There will always be an answer
A meaning to unanswered questions;
Being written some place some where
A new soul being born
Who are you!
They asked no answer from anywhere,
As the years passed on the last day of the last sun
Still asking the question, the same question
Who are you?
There was no answer, they'll never!!

               By Connie James