Solitude

A word,
Silently given, floating so tentative,
Yet wisp like
Yet there… growing stronger an instant,
Waning the next…
And I wonder what could it all mean
When at last I come to myself…
Solitude…
And I look afar off, and I know
I shall find peace…
Peace, against all…
And slowly, yet steadily,
I hear her voice…
Calling…
A voice silently floating over the
Vast plains…
To me.

It came, skirting, slow, afraid, yet,
At once, insistent… sliding over
A day long gone,
Surpassed by the night…
And proceeded by another…
And a voice…
Whisper’s solitude…
Me…