Musings on a solitary night

Four walls,

Empty, vacant  echoes.                                                                                                     

Dull sound of the oven

Cooking its solitary meal.

Emptiness and disharmony

Are but step-sisters,

One out-doing the other,

And following the other.

Just across the walls,

The wind blows cold,

Enters my room,

Rustles across the bed,

Brushes across my skin

And numbs my heart.

Throughout the night it haunts me-

The fantastic vision of the phantom

Across the window-pane.

He comes and goes;

An echo from the past.

Like an old friend,

I see him sprawled across the glass.

He makes frantic gestures

Before he finally dies.

It is common knowledge

That all must go

Passing from life to evermore.

Hardened minds,

Dull, aching disharmony;

Cantankerous rhapsody

Of long-lost tunes.

Years have passed,

Dreams have faded,

As life became jaded.

Do I still live?

I do not know