When I am but Lonely.

When I am but lonely,

In this years season

When trees are but naked,

The only sound being;

The gurgling of the River,

Whispering of wind,

Chipping of birds,

Whistling of Insects,

And creaking of this very

Lost leaves

Under my light feet

As I gently walk to rest

This light body with

A bulky soul

Laden by thought of you,

I regret every step

That brings me far, far from you

On this very gently rising landscape

Where the horizon so journeys undisturbed

All is grey.

As grey as my soul

Oh, How I wish to see green

As I lay and watch the dying

Warm Golden Sun,

That simmers over the horizon,

I wish you were here

Here by my side

When I am but lonely.
                                             Opolot Simon