Soledad A finger-pointing To an open sea A narrow beach Edged bronze and green As it touches the shore Nine clouds gather And pieces fall Down from the sky Offered as a sacrifice To all that lives Never better timed Sodden sand Limiting his step Making it uncertain A bird on the rocks Staring out to the sea Through a night of stars Beauty to touch The sadness In every soul That ever was That once knew the joy Of being alone As part of everything Melting outside time Standing tall Indelibly tattooed Wrapped in melancholy Hunting death An inner world For a lost soul Cast out By so many others Judged by a look Or careless soon - forgotten word He must bend In their wind Stand straight Within himself No matter how small now Eventually he would stand tall
