Midnight on Lugnasad
Midnight Miles
How many miles are in a midnight minute?
How many lives can every second hold?
Why are these paths so long and yet so few?
How can these thoughts walk lonely through the night?
Midnight is a time of artifice;
No star nor moon will mark its passage nigh.
Existing only in the meaning given --
And yet it is so real for humankind.
Alone I think the thoughts of lonely people
So common and so shared in loneliness.
Each one of us is trapped in our own prison --
And though we are the same we do not share.
But this is life, and this is what I'm given.
And when the night brings sleep...
- August 1, 2010
Eve of Lammas
I was glad to hear from Kenndra earlier.
Had we stayed together, today would have been our 19th anniversary.
But I am also aware that I am more often tolerated by friends than desired, humored than enjoyed.
And that I am sitting here with the Matter of Britain, and am otherwise alone.
(No, I don't want anyone on my Friends list to reassure or send hugs, I'll be fine.)