In the Night, Alone

Alone, in the night, sweet solitude
Clings to me, carries me away
Upon invisible wings of memories.
Lost to reverie, while tears fall silently,
To pool upon the floorboards
Of my life indefinitely.  For what am I,
Without my words, without my
Imagination, without my soul?  A whisper
Carried upon the winds of time, one
Tiny little grain of sand within an
Hourglass of millions.  Care not for
This whispering soul the world does,
Sifting me through countless lifetimes
Full of heartbreak, leaving my soul
To ache for eternity and then some.
I am flightless without thee in mine life,
Grounded to this Earth, forevermore.
No love to carry me upon the wings
Of sweetest angels.  Cupid has scorned
Me with his arrows, as they embed
Deeply, wounding this heart o’ mine
In ways so sadistically insane.  I bleed,
For perpetuity, this wound has and never will
Heal, scab over, clot if you will. 

Alone, in the night, I cry a dreamless sleep,
As I slowly wither and die.

(c) 2003 A Riddle