Syne

Here I sit,
alone
     -and wasting time-
in the lies
of my own
          silence

When you stand,
deaf
     -and unaware-
in the lies
of your own
          compliance

Look to your left -
whispers of auld lang
haunt the breath

...ever nearing
...ever present
...unforgotten
in the solar
morrow

Look to your right -
paths wind ceaseless
long ahead

...to the uncertain
...to the sacred
...ever forward
of the lunar
sorrow