The High Lonely

[Cassandra1]

I sit alone, high on a desert rim rock
Watching the stars wink on each in their turns,
The moon rising early behind me quiet prevails.

My mood is bleak, contemplating my life,
Tears stain my face, the cause is deep sadness,
I am as empty as this desert.

Again I look up, I cry out in a mournful wail,
It sounds like a wild thing that does not belong
The source of it: depths of my soul.

Oh surprise, there is an answer,
A lonely wail to my right, another from my left,
I see shadowy forms around me.

They move in darkness like vapors,
The spirits of this place,
This emptiness: the high lonely.

A shadow moves forward closer, pauses, regards me
With yellow eyes glowing, a guttural moan, it seems to understand,
These vapors then move past to other places and another time.

My soul lifts knowing, being accepted,
I long to run with them, belonging to that wildness,
The spirit of that place lives always, in me now.

My soul looks out, watching, seeking
The spirit seen in those yellow eyes
In one of my own kind: that wild heart.

That spirit beheld in the eyes of another
That will look back, understand, accept,
Then I will be as they: belong.

[ShadowFire]

Oh, I like it. I long to belong and be accepted myself. The first three stanzas mean the most to me probably because I can relate personally to them. My favorite part though is the image in the words: "Tears stain my face". Well ofcourse this is just how I feel. I like it very much and thank you for sharing.

[Auriga]

I found it to be very telling. The part that I found to be most powerfull was from the 5th stanza on. I find that the poem might work nicely if started from there, because I find the first 4 stanzas are more telling a story as opposed to showing the emotions and the visceral feeling of becomming part of the wilderness. Though, don't suppose my opinion matters all that much; it is, after all, your poem.

I liked it quite a bit. Congradulations.

[Cassandra1]

ShadowFire. and Auriga,
This is what I like about the comments section of our posts... Both of you picked a different part of this poem that seemed to speak to you each in a totally different way. As I wrote it, it was speaking to me differently yet... Thank you for pointing out what makes poetry so unique, It's value is in the eye of the beholder...
Thank You Both,
Cassandra1