Solitude

Have you ever had an image in your head? A rush of feeling that you've wanted to tell people about, but never could find ways to express? And the stifling feeling you have, when you realize that words can never convey what you saw. That you are alone?

I woke up alone, in a deep dark wood.
The sun had just set, the skies were as blood.
The trees whispered to each other, and to the rising moon,
while an owl peered down at me, with yellow sad eyes.

Rolling clouds on the horizon.
Huge, billowing, deep blue, almost black.
The moonlight turns a dark blue tint, silvery, surreal.
And in the air, a taste of impending rain,
the smell of mystery, and of a place
where Time matters no more.
Where I can just be.

I woke up alone, and I looked around,
At this beautiful place, so silent, heavenly.
And the solitude, so sweet, calmness so pervasive.
I felt myself smile, while a raindrop
became as a million glittering diamond shards,
splashing off my cheek.

The slight breeze brings me scents from beyond.
Whispers of stories, of the long slow lives of the trees,
and the critters that live and die in this paradise.
Gentle caresses, as it runs its fingers through my hair
and the trees begin to murmur, louder than before.

The raindrops begin to fall.
A few more.
A lot more.
I stand, with my face upturned.
Eyes closed.
Smiling.
Drenched.

Bliss.