Solitude

 

Time is my friend

Still – solitude my companion

They walk with me

Quietly accompanying

Waiting ‘till I call them

Then they are ready

Eager to reveal eternity

Through the lost recess of memory

Climbing with me into

Dark cupboards under stairs

Amidst my workshop

Of hopes and dreams

It could hardly be other than so

We must find each other

We and they

In between the seconds

Of eternity

Where my soul lies trembling

In anticipation

of life’s full realization

 

So now I walk a little further

Out of sight of the house

The sound changes;

Ocean rush is stilled

Behind the shoulder

Of a hillside

Daisies, bright this morning

Closed up, protecting their sunshine

Under the apple tree

Hollow gnarled and bent…..

Waiting on a park bench…

Listening to the stream

Like a tap left running

On the other side of the house at night

 

So, I wait, while the presence

Enfolds me gently

Senses newly alert

The solitude is my friend

Gave me this moment

Snatched out of time

Clothed in gentleness

 

DeHaven Valley