With a whisper from the East
The stars are silent
Amid the crash of the surf
The moon rises large
And I hear the tinkling of guitars
In the village below the dark mountain
In cafes this night the townspeople laugh
And drink in the emotion of the evening
And I am alone here in the trees
Looking down on a world alive with love
I alone a sentinel in the midnight blue
The crisp pine scent burning my nostrils
As I wish for someone to share my solitude
Yearning for a place in the community of the lights.
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