Ode to Solitude
The night calls upon me.
Hollow and silent is the sound
Of echoed moons reflected off the trees,
Connecting my soul to things far above the ground.
Silent is the bliss which finds
Me, captivated in my room with no walls.
Trapped in these glass boxes of the mind
I am lonely, amongst the stars I am free to fall.
Find me where I find you,
Enshrined in solitude.
Hollow and silent is the sound
Of echoed moons reflected off the trees,
Connecting my soul to things far above the ground.
Silent is the bliss which finds
Me, captivated in my room with no walls.
Trapped in these glass boxes of the mind
I am lonely, amongst the stars I am free to fall.
Find me where I find you,
Enshrined in solitude.