Standing

Standing
  Standing outside
     Standing; alone

I saw him standing there one night. All alone -- save for the voices within. Silently he stood, as the chill wind blew around him. My imagination danced within me, trying to deduce his story. Who was he? Where was he from? Why was he there? I knew not, but I pondered...

Standing
  Standing in silence
     Standing; reflecting

...was he an explorer? Standing there, exploring the territory of the mind. Was he solving the mysteries of the universe or contemplating the beauty of a flower? Was he reciting Shakespeare, Milton, or Plato? Or was he was composing his own Odyssey? Perhaps...

Standing
  Standing in reverence
     Standing; yearning

...he might be a lover? Was he remembering the subtle beauty in her embrace? Was he yearning for the one true love whose lips he would never kiss? Was he feeling the pain of lost love or anticipating the joy of love to come? As he stared up into a lit window, was it a smile or a sigh I saw cross his features? I could almost hear him asking, 'could it be...?' My curiousity kept me watching...

Standing
  Standing in expectation
     Standing; savoring

...then he reached a decision. He slowly turned away from that mysterious light that just might have been the window to his soul. With a contemplative step, he walked away into the night. Perhaps to change the world. Perhaps to win a heart. He was gone, never again to enter my life; but in my mind I still see him there...

Standing
  Standing outside
     Standing; alone