Solitude

A quiet calm descends upon my soul
as the cool, tranquil breeze envelops me,
and my dreams, shaky as a new born foal
flutter softly as the autumn-stained leaf.

My heart is light. I am content to be
what I am. No more, no less; vanity
is forgotten, arrogance as well flees
and imperfections of humanity.

Can one walk alone and not feel lonely?
Yes: if one is secure in who they are.
Yet amidst the chatter of the friendly,
the merry, one is lonelier by far.

I am at peace with my self and my lot
as I sit here, purifying my thoughts.

11/13/97