Loneliness sometimes becomes
a friend of a lonely poet,
it's a kind of mediation,
between you and your sensation.
You, of course, explain-
words will remain unspoken
but will be meaningful.
Just write, and write...,
those are silent and painful;
Do suffer, and sustain.
Each page will be in the name of your beloved,
each line will make a tune,
you are now a restless man walking on hot sand dunes;
you have chosen such a wearied path.