SOLITARY MAN

A lighthouse in the distance,
Waves crashing on the sand;
The haunting song of the ocean,
Kissing the soft, dry land.
He stands in the shadow of moonlight,
Absorbing nature's song;
Quiet, deep, reflective,
He stands there and he longs.
He longs for something he can't touch,
For what will make him whole;
Gazing 'cross the storm tossed waves,
The wind becomes his soul.



At times the wind within his soul,
Is peaceful, calm and sure;
Tonight it thunders with the waves,
As he stands and thinks of her.
He knows she's out there somewhere,
For he hears her song within;
In the beauty of a storm tossed night,
In the whisper of the wind.
Turning, walking quietly,
Leaving footprints in the sand;
He walks in dreams into the night,
A solitary man.

Allison Chambers Coxsey
2001






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Poetry showcased on this page is from the collection of
Allison Chambers Coxsey, 1996.


Artwork showcased on this page is the magnificent work of Fortin & Sanders,
image Fortin & Sanders and used with permission


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