You are again you,

Feeling ever more isolated,

Ever more a hole of life,

Something meaning little else, but to become future dust and mold.

You remember though,

That sweet,

And gaze up at the sky a second time.

Sadly though, the air is not there,

You reach from deep inside, yet to no avail.

That sweet,

You know, you sense,

Will always be there.

A bright luminescence on the other side of the world,

Waiting by the 12th hour to live for you again.

With pain you walk,

Because its still ten, you walk.

Forward and forward, looking at the sky to remember,

You are connected, are free, are the everything and anything,

The life that makes your being.

You walk on with that pain of isolation,

Knowing; knowing you've but to glance to the sky on a clear night,

Beholden the stars, moon, and blue-blackness,

And live, in a moment unfettered, clean, pure,

A moment that was yours alone,

when you walked along the lawn.