Alone in a Crowd

The sea forever surges on, and decides to leave me behind, I who fought and tried to keep afloat,
And drowned.
Tides of crowds flow, oh so slow,  the words fall out the mouths of carriers of the tide, the liquid music of their tongues, harsh sand grating on my ears, I fall, and drown in their words, for those words find me not.  And though I nod and bob my head,
Along the rhythm of their tongues, butter to their bread,
I see them not, they leave my heart to wilt
And die.
The words, oh the words of silk that drape their lives,
Come so easily to hives of bees
That buzz and flutter endlessly
Together.
My bees, my pack of wolves,
Left me on the hunt, one lonesome starry night,
Belong to none, the stars, so bright in the night,
For the loneliness and solitude of the night
Beckons to I, the lone star,
And wins.
Fool that I am, to cast my wolves aside,
For when the dripping words find my ears,
I know not what to say,
Know nothing but to delay
The moment the tide, my pack,
Will see their wolf who had their back,
Was lured by promises of stars
And knows them not.