Apostle of the Lonely

The bleached bones of man Lie upon the lifeless sand Times immortal sound of silence In the deep hollow of the multitude of silent screams Walled between the fable and songs of truth We find ourselves in dreams that manifest Sheltering the darkness that hides us Moving us along in our naked light Illuminating the path to the meaningless Isolated in our apathy holding our breath Unfaithful to the emergence of life Yet double-crossing the delay of death Hear my words that I might teach you Plant the vision of those who dared to be Speak so that I might reach you Longing to awaken holding your eyes upward Striking out above the clouds of neon lights To touch the sky and feel the rain looking for the words That rise and soar above the echoed roar Within the narrow streets of indifference The bleached bones of man Lie upon the lifeless sand Times immortal sound of silence July 30, 2019