Saturday, December 29, 2007


Written by Sylvia

Early morning just before dawn, my solitude time
To reflect on the past, plan for the future of mine
To think thoughts I dare not speak aloud
For they would produce dark clouds

Silence unbroken by useless words or noise
Daylight beginning to break the dawn, a time to pause
Those hours and minutes I cherish
Without them I would most certainly perish

My solitude time is ended when you awaken
And my golden silence is taken
No one to watch what I do
Question my every move

Not a soul to interrupt my silent thoughts
Alone, a solitary place, I am not distraught
I am thankful, full of gratitude
For my time of solitude

Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

Courtesy of Photographer Ian Britton

1 comment:

Shadow said...

yep! that's exactly how i feel about my alsone time. great poem!