In Solitude Poem by James Darwin Smith II

In solitude
Death it speaks in tongues
Of different possibilities
Ponderings wearing out
Processions wasted
Hidden with obscurity
under the sun


The night cleansing
Comes forth in dreams
Closed eyes in awe
Of wondrous spectacles
Beautiful fantasies

Where are the stars
When the sun comes up?
Together as one
In a fairytale
Worth exploring


The coldest of cold
Reality of the unknown
Where is what is missed?
Searching far and wide
For a flames gaze
Firing the passion
Of a heart
Tired of waiting


In solitude
Till the warmth
Finally shines through


The signs
Where are they?
Must they be idle
While this soul seeks refuge?

And beauty
It gives different dreams
Yet recurring with hope
In this placid state
Wondering when
These nomadic moments
Finally come home

I love you
Even if I amleft all alone

In solitude I still dream
Even if I dream all alone

In solidarity with solitude
Wherever I roam

My nomadic spirit
Guide me
To your enigmatic beyond


Seize me with rapture
I am all yours

With love, from beyond