Alone

The wind blows across the ocean,
affecting the waves very little,
if at all.

I watch the tree tops sway,
As though they have something to say.
After hours of silent watching and disiphering
I come up with,
'It's windy outside, maybe I'll wear gloves.'

The sun continues it's coures across the sky
though through cloud cover I cannot see this progression.
Only in my minds eye of travle and past experiences
and even then it's just memory.

When night reaches the water it flickers
in mulititudes of shapes and coulores.
I get lost in reflection.
'What eles is new?'