Standing alone
Watching time tick by
Hearing the world spin
Seeing silence
I am at peace
With nature
And she
Is at peace
With me
Not a whisper of wind
Through the oaks
No stir from the man
Hiding in the Moon
I have never been
So close
To Heaven
And so far
From life
The stars and constellations
Are nearer now
Than ever before
I can touch them
Feel the hot
In the blackness
We perceive as cold
I know
Why I am here
I was born
To be silent
To touch the cosmos
To feel the icy heat
Of a shooting star
Zipping next to my ear
I am the Watcher
And the Listener
I cannot change the Universe
All I can do
Is observe
The infinitely finite landscape
Around me
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
Standing alone
Watching time tick by
Hearing the world spin
Seeing silence
I am at peace
With nature
And she
Is at peace
With me
Not a whisper of wind
Through the oaks
No stir from the man
Hiding in the Moon
I have never been
So close
To Heaven
And so far
From life
The stars and constellations
Are nearer now
Than ever before
I can touch them
Feel the hot
In the blackness
We perceive as cold
I know
Why I am here
I was born
To be silent
To touch the cosmos
To feel the icy heat
Of a shooting star
Zipping next to my ear
I am the Watcher
And the Listener
I cannot change the Universe
All I can do
Is observe
The infinitely finite landscape
Around me
