fellowship cherished

Silence whispered in my ear tonight,
"Alone again, I see." The voice trailed off
expectantly. What more could it say?

Muted refrains of words once spoken
confirm the potent solitude. Only a memory
they are, now hushed fragments of conversation.

Watery depths of recollection ebb and flow
beneath the surface of my heart, a longing
cherished for future memories.

Silence nudged me on the arm. It
nodded, then held still. I knew it
wanted my attention. I knew it felt the

chill which lurked like frost on
fallen pine cones far from view
of humanity. Alone. Cold.

Yet birthed with seeds of warmth
from which grand designs of fellowship
greet their apogee.

7 June 2008 By Glen Alan Woods