it's chilly, but not cold
it's dark but not gloomy
you are solitary, but not alone
how can it be one, but not the other?
the wind is cool, holding a promise of frost, and bare arms are dotted with goose-bumps.
the sun is hidden since dusk, but memories of the past warm the heart, bringing a smile to frigid lips.
the sky is black, not yet spangled with stars
but the moon peeks out; only a sliver, like the beginning of a smile, casting golden moon-beams.
you are a single shadow upon the obscure land; standing still where your wandering feet stopped,
but you're not alone. your mind whirls with thoughts, creating images before your far-gazing eyes.
not alone. never alone.
(just some words i wrote the other night. and the sky was beautiful last night--did anyone else see it?)