How
much like the isle,
~*~light
at the edge of the horizon.
~*~and
a circle of light around me.
~*~the
cries of the seabirds, distant and surreal~*~
and me,
'midst an ocean of untapped emotions~*~
What
fair chance do i give?
How can
there be resolution when i am so intent upon the
glory
of my solitude?
I only
allow in those who will not threaten my solitary
path~*~and
yet....
and yet
my entire being yearns for some intrepid soul to claim
me.
Aye,
and there is the rub.....
Starwynd
May,
2000