Alone

I used to spend quiet nights alone, alone, alone. I was alone! I used to color my night sky with a fevered brush, sketch constellations, my fingers threading patterns through the dark, stitching signals in the fabric of thought. There in the figments of my own design I went mining for a durable peace. It flickered. It flared. It failed to stay. Seeking brilliance in the webbing of the universe mind, a sigh from the dawn of time falling on deafened air. Still I sigh it back, day by day, and I would not have it any other way. Pray another day will come to pass, that borrowed joy that never lasts. A new pursuit, propulsion to survive, lost in the who and why. I gather the shards of predecessors, inherit the Temptation, the abdication. Progenitor of permeating thought, bound to a fate of friction and dictation. So I lean into the call, peer the mind, I never find. Seeking brilliance in the webbing of the universe mind, a sigh from the dawn of time falling on deafened air. Still I sigh it back, day by day, and I would not have it any other way. Then in my sanctuary, my quiet cathedral. A brimming beneath the floorboards of my doubt. She entered like weather braking stained glass, lighting corners I kept dark. Hidden from my prying mind. but a rift in the firmament of habit. She split the spine of my solitude, made the lonely wash away like ink. Where I once charted distant stars, she set one burning in my chest. No more tracing patterns in absence. Now the sky answers back. Now the dark has a voice and it calls me by my hidden name. Found the brilliance in the scaffolding of the universe mind, no longer a sigh from the dawn of time falling on unhearing air. The breath returned as a living reply, threaded through nerve and sky. Day by day, I stand aligned, and I...... ohhhhhhh............