When the sun overtly deserts the day
And the beat of my heart springs to gay,
My soul, that I know is frail
Seeks solace in the solitude of my holy grail.
The threat to my unnatural existence
Is the murmur that conjures my silence
Which lays a siege on my solitude
And sings me dirge of the highest magnitude.
The sanctuary of my heart is shattered to pieces,
My whole and soul deprived of their peace.
My solitude is poached, since sociability is a bliss.
Where does my solace lie, that I so much miss?
In intimacy, cacophonous is the sound of the rhythm
That I hear in the hollow of my breathing,
But in solitude, euphonious is the melody of my silence
When the birds sing along to its cadence.
When the wind sings the melody of the night,
My soul communes with the darkness in the light,
And when my heart palpitates covertly in fright,
My solitude, I’ve learnt to enjoy dolefully in delight