Alone

The last star in the morning,
The first leaf falling.
The fading light in a closing tomb,
The spark of life within the womb.

A single cloud in an empty sky,
A pained look, an unheard sigh,
A flower floating on the sea,
A rusty lock without a key.

The last blossom of a dying plant,
The final note of a mystic's chant.
The fleeting memory of a fading dream,
The rip, the tear, the ruptured seam.

A fragile flower claimed by frost,
A wailing child, abandoned, lost.
A unicorn shimmering in the night,
A shadow, a whisper, a spirit’s flight.