The Solitude

I sat alone in a crowded coupe lonely among others beings Behind the window snow fell Which alegory.. snow flakes and people, they are all same yet they are different, beautiful and ugly their own way. Somewhere there, behind another window which always shines in the darness of the night like a lighthouse Lighthouse of my life. The same snowflakes dreft twinklin' images. The light is waiting. The light is always patient. I will be there and wondering how beautiful is the dance of cold gems under street lights and at the moment the silence will fall and covering the whole world with solitude.