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 FreeFoto.com Photographer Ian Britton
1 comment:
yep! that's exactly how i feel about my alsone time. great poem!
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