Chamnongsri Rutnin
Loneliness is sometimes
grey, mute and pale
with claws outstretched
to clutch the heart
and strangle the breath
It sometimes sings
song of a canary
a caged crystal melody
that stares out
at an unhearing crowd
And there are times
when I've seen it gleam
like a dew-fed flower
quiet, pure and calm
looking out of darkness
at the screaming sun
(From: On The White Empty Page)