Lonely

A silvery touch to the raging storm,
A scarf of tears and memory
It feels as soft as a charcoal feather
Tickling against your melancholy thoughts
It sounds like the swoosh of the copper leaves
Like a spark of fire lighting up the sky
This scarf is like the reflection of moonlight from the pond
As purple as the dusk, my purple scarf is
My scarf smells of loneliness – of cold grey sadness
Through the window was an extended wing
Reaching and reaching towards the moss-carpeted floor
I felt lonely and forlorn
Knowing I cannot come back
To see her old wrinkled face
Loneliness is more painful then pain itself
My mauve scarf was the only reminder I have for her
I stared longingly into the clouds
And gazed once more into my homeland
For the first time
I felt lonely