Ode to Solitude
A Friend, a Foe, still Unknown
Tiptoed on the Sly
While lights were all gone.
Percolating through Darkness
Over a Seat Unclaimed
Yet Dear; She locked away
All Heartfelt Mirth
In lasting gasp: For a death, for a rear.
Not known the day Numbness
Filled Shadows from her cold wet hands
Still Bubbles Fly in air
Keeping her captive in Desert Lands.
Night’s bosom, Day’s deceit
Leaves no trick for the Paramour
To Grapple; Unmasked Graves yet
Suckles the Rosary of her name
To sleep in Seas without a ripple.
Squatting Clouds drop in a heap
Owning tatters of Broken Nests
Strewing the Fledglings struck in Awe
To Fly where She Eternally Rests.
She needs to dwell every home
Even though it may be once
In a while; Waves yet surge
In the moving vast Ocean
Holding her hand to walk the Mile.
Unknown Roads begin to Unwind
As her Footsteps crosses the Door
No matter how much you hate her
She will make you love even more.
When all Faces go up in Smoke
Her Flickering Flame will hold
Your breath; None could see you
But her Peerless Eyes
Closing Finally only in Death!