It Remains....

It’s all that stays,
As everything past my window sways,
Like waters in the fog,
Like clouds of fantasy,
Nothing rests, nothing remains,
But my Solitude.

It sings to me,
Melodies soulful,
While on unknown journeys,
I daily embark.

It gleams at me,
From glasses polished,
When I pass by,
The mighty structures of dreams.

It calls, it beckons
To the empty skies,
And then the rain comes,
And fills my eyes.

It gazes at clusters of people,
Counts their laughter,
And measures their joy,
But it returns back to me,
To hold my hand,
And to well up in my eyes dry.

I leave it in forests thick,
And drown it in wavy seas,
I hang it from my ceiling,
And dig it in groves of archaic trees.

I race with it,
And leave it behind,
Only to find it again within me,
My Solitude.

And now I dance with it,
And float in it,
I sing with it,
And make love to it.

For when everyone leaves me behind,
It alone remains,
My Solitude…