Alone

Still I was.  
Time moved alone.  
Left swallowed whole, somewhere unknown.  
 No sounds were heard. No rustles, birds.  
Answers kept ungiven.  
Slow but driven, my movement through trees.  
A single gentle strayed breeze.  
Quiet stroll. Nothing new to me.  
Been wandering in circles I feared.  
"Wait!" I heard suddenly. I stopped and turned around.  
Silvertouched. The moons excuse.  
Through leaves trembled streaks of white, brightened soil.  
Creation of puddles below.  
A second wind. An echoing. Your voice was heard, I thought.  
Light in dance and answers none.
Still I was.
Time moved alone.