I cling to my solitude;
fathoming my depths, through
those inward eyes.
The wistful years pass along, and
my solitude peers back at them; some
moments left stranded, somewhere
where my life left them;
laden with the mist of times
clamouring through the silence.
My solitude enlightens me, of
the beautiful sounds that,
I ignored all these years –
breath of the wind on the panes, and
the resonance of my own heartbeat;
pealed back to me through muted space.
I have travelled far and wide;
Leaving testimonial footprints – some
caked in mud, some
washed away by frivolous waves; to be
lost in the seas of eternity.
My solitude leans on me; and
I hear what it has to say –I venture on….