Ode To Solitude

Wandering restless through the hillside on a cold
December day, my solitary journey guided only
By the pilgrims high in the sky
Fog invades the lands blocking the last rays
Of the dying sun and a veil of mist
And serenity gracefully covers the night.

The shadowy trees of the forest
Once imbued with beauty and life now
Twisted and eternally frozen by a shroud of snow and ice.

As the glow of the dawning sun vanishes
In the witherd sky my eyes wander up through
The whispering winds and watch the glare of the stars dilute.

Exposed to the frost of the icy winds
My bittered soul still rejoys.

As the howl of the wind enchants
Me more than the sweetest sounding human voice.

Freed from mens insanity
I feel my grief stricken heart still burn bracing
My soul through night's loneliness
I sence a glimpse of shelter return.

Burdend with the insight of my loneliness
I continue my journey through this night.

Passed have the times when the glimmer
Of hope filled my heart with gentle delight.

All the years that the currents of fortune
Have planted the seeds of my grief
My eyes have been fooled by the masks of joy
My desperate hopes deceived.

So let us now gather the harvest
Of the past solitary days.

And bath our peace craving eyes
In sin's magnificent grace.

The night shall pass and a cold morning breeze
Shall obscure the traces of my pittyful existence
For not a stone shall mark the place where silence
Embraced me and guided my cheerful soul into the charm
Of everlasting solitude.