Song of Solitude

To think that I had her.

To think that I loved her.

To think that she loved me.

Now, all I have is a single memory,

as faint as dust in a dream.

Madness. What madness is left to summon?

All the sails are furled, and I am adrift

on this ocean of solitude.

And what are the days but shadows

of a distant past? Time 

is a weary dove who lays down in the grass

to die.

Love. Love. Love!

It’s such a simple word to say.

But you have said the word in vain.

Your heart wants to beat for another.

Your heart wants to sing for another.

But this song you sing is a song of solitude

that slowly turns your heart to stone.

Within is a fire which no sorrow or misfortune

can quell, of a strength whose magnitude

no man can tell.

This love that burns my heart, be free!

Go to another’s.