Something in the wind,
the diamond-cut, whistling,
breeze blowing softly, sharply,
against skin.
As the lonely one walks on.

Something in the waves,
the crashing, foaming
tide flowing forward, back
in echoes.
He hears the power in their song.

Something in the sand,
the chilling, shifting
rock, slipping silently, unnoticed
underfoot.
He fails to notice the patterns beneath his feet.

Something in the sky,
the sparkling, black
expanse cloaking infintely, completely
overhead.
He sees the stars as they light his path.

Something in the night,
the silent, lonely
beauty causing a rethinking, a discovery
of truth.
As he walks on into eternity.