Thoughts................and feelings................

Empty,

Spectator to landscape

No one dwells within me.

And yet I consentReplete with memory.

Pasture wherein I feedAt peaceWheat-brown sparrowof green meadows.

At peace?

Neither joyous nor sad.

Distant like a melody approaching.

Music of clouds.

LightLike this poem.

Grave

A solo.

Only that. Alone.