In the Stillness

In solitude's grasp, I meander, solitary,

A singular figure, misplaced, obscure.

The resound of my strides, delicate and moderate,

In fruitless domains where shadows unreservedly develop.

The whispers of the wind, they call my title,

However quiet rules, the as it were steady claim.

Underneath the starlit canopy, I long,

For comfort within the night, a heart to memorize.

Loneliness, a burden overwhelming to bear,

However in its profundities, I find a truth laid uncovered.

For within the calm stillness of my intellect,

I look for the comfort that I long to discover.

So let me wander these purge roads alone,

For in my isolation, I've really developed.

And in spite of the fact that the world may pass me by, concealed,

In isolation, I discover my soul quiet.