Ode to a Hollow Man

I sit voiceless amongst the volumes
Ink and paper
Mind and thought
My essence inundated by each yellowed page
Admiration of intellect
Faces blurred
My heart austere
What am I to do without you?


Time was still
Winter agreed
Still I remember the profuse clouds of dreary gray
The woolen Pea Coats
And your ghostly words unspoken



How could you not know?
After all you have come to discern
You
The Hollow Man
Dry and Coarse
Passionate yet weary
Poetic but all too involved



You fell with the shadows
You blew in the wind
Then faded with nothing left to say
Your newly imparted journey
A departure
This Hollow Man my muse
Philosophy and ardor surrendered
My muse
When Gray billows give birth
To hauntingly demure winter days.