Blue Solitude

Well, my young hero, looks like we've accomplished it again, steel ships on dark seas passing, blown by silent phantom winds. I glimpsed your peaceful face as you, in innocence, slept. More child than man, unaware of the tears your father's wept. Your talent gives you power: you are more than just his son, he fears you and fears for you, sweet enigma, conundrum. The stoic, I fear nothing, in blue solitude I mourn my past, my now, my future, my own self-inflicted scorn. Reticent, I bang my head, rhythmic beat I cannot stop, wry humor at the thought that just maybe...it will pop. ©Danielle White