In the quiet unraveling of night’s skein,
Under the watch of a crescent moon’s disdain,
I find solace in the solitude’s embrace,
Where thoughts roam free, in an uncharted space.
Solitude whispers, in a language so pure,
Promises of a heart, untouched and demure.
It’s in the silence, my soul finds its own pace,
Bearing the burdens, with a silent grace.
Yet, in this solitude, a paradox found,
For in my aloneness, connections abound.
Stars, distant whispers of light, seem to trace
Contours of a smile, across the cosmic expanse.
So here in the solitude, I find my peace,
In the vast quiet, where all my thoughts cease.
And in this quiet, I find myself, and lace
Together fragments of being, in solitude’s embrace.