Solitude rises like vapor from the still pond
Trapping me in depths of Winter
Turning this heart from Spring’s green to frozen ice
Solitude is a dream enshrouded in the forests of my heart
Stripped of all that made me live
No longer your voice
No longer your smile
Just the endless green of trees shadowed by approaching dusk
The sound of birds and wind echoing mournfully
Solitude’s an island we create
When all else slips by
Imprisoned by the thought that I’m free
Free of the human touch and kiss that stirs my heart in burning passion
Free of all but the cold wind
This prison that I ran to, above a cold precipice
My dream reduced to this silence
A cracked mirror that glints in shattered pieces
Alone on this hill, cut off from the sun
Free of the dream that held me for so many years
Time to let go.
