Monday, November 23, 2009

Solitude

I thought of age, and loneliness, and change.
I thought how strange we grow when we're alone,
And how unlike the selves that meet, and talk,
And blow the candles out, and say good-night.
Alone...the word is life endured and known.
The stillness where our spirits walk
And all but inmost faith is overthrown.

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