Haunted by unkown footsteps echoing through the lonliness that has taken over what once she called her heart.

   Blending into one another they jumble up the different tones and now  they can barely be told apart.

    Some coming and some going, never slowing,  they never last nor do they bother staying with her very long.

   Each one leaves behind a new rythme, imprints a new beat which then becomes part of  her melancholy song.

   She sees images whipping past and all the while she is left wondering who or what they are.

   Each night, for she dare not stray from her  routine, a silent wish of knowing is placed upon a dieing star.

   With the knowledge she yearns so deeply  for there comes a tremendous fear of not having control over what may come to be.

   For now, in a heightened sense of helplessness, she can only watch in agony as they float side by side  in this endless sea.