Solitude

Fresh as the sun beam on an early spring morn
Precious as a mother's caress when forlorn
Deep like the mysteries of the dark skies cast
My solitude has come to me at last


An empty canvass to fill with thoughts
A moment's leisure or a fleeting hour
Reflections ripple like beats of a song
I cherish this solitude for it won't last long


The books and the trails I bring along
The sparrow's chirps and my bicycle's horn
Have me for companion which is the best of all
Even in solitude, alone I am not!


First I am within and then I am without
Cleansing, purging what does not belong
Recycle my feelings to positive thoughts
I love my solitude, wherever I'm about.