Oh Solitude, you are a sunless sky,
a vast gray need, unfilled and wanting
without hope or lyric.

I call you from the stoney ground
come to me, steal away these dreams
that bleed my soul.

I call you from beneath the oak
come to me, eat these words
that reveal my heart.

Oh solitude, you are a cold queen,
a crown-less ruler, dispassionate and unloving
without prayer or poetry.

Fly, Solitude. Fly to the void
where the moon falls
and we can both forget.