I Walk Alone

In the majestic piney mountains cold,
caressed by the drifts of falling snow,
the flakes settle on my warm skin,
full of beating, pulsing life,
melting into tracks of tears,
as my footprints trail behind me,
I walk alone.

On the ocean's roaring border,
strewn with rocks turned grains of sand,
shells pressed into it like mortar,
glass glimmering among the washed debris,
polished soft and clouded by salted waves,
that whisper songs of endless days to me,
I walk alone.

In the lush blanket of forest,
my figure framed in earthy emerald light,
leaves chattering under my steps,
as animals flee before my humanity,
I breathe in the musky living dying air,
the wind brings across my muddy path,
I walk alone.

In the city's continuous manufactured light,
beating with the nocturnal might of mortals,
autumn's chill creeps into my jacket's guard,
as I pat along the expanse of greying pavement,
and pause at red hands, waiting for white figures to appear,
the weariness sinks its teeth into my worn feet,
I walk alone.

Into the quiet stone of a candle lit sanctuary,
my steps echo on the ancient floor,
I see walls gilded with artistic depictions of salvation,
from a great god upon a heavenly throne,
I travel along the empty pews glowing with stained colors,
unsaid prayers choking my throat into silence,
I walk alone.

Among the polished, glinting tomb stones,
my ghostly feet fail to crush the grass below them,
I wondering through graves of lives past,
their bodies long since reclaimed by life's circle,
I see one unadorned, marking my time of existence,
and fall to my knees at this lasting testament of all the days,
I walked alone.