The Gaze of Quietude

The Gaze of Quietude,

A Tale of Loneliness

The path of life together is rarely trod,

What little of it’s left, it’s lingering odd.

Those roads that meander, turn and cross,

Become an unending, sobering loss.

The quietude that ensues a willing mind,

A silence that twines, leaving nothing behind.

No flame of kindred or spark of amity,

Such quietude, both rewarding and empty.

Of sadness and sorrow, the road is steep,

Fraught with the dread, of the lives we keep.

The tossing and turning through dark of night,

As we ask our soul forgiveness’ plight.

The penitence that lies seclusion’s path,

The ceaseless of burden, as if a life’s math.

Aimlessness at last, comes with a sigh,

Of loneliness agreed, to never deny.

We search for momentary relief,

But harsh reality won’t ever recede.

So solace of proof, imperfectly found,

Projected outwards, but knew in sound.

The gaze of quietude, far and the near,

Never more transcendentally clear.

The longing of loneness ever so deep,

And yet, a vivid definition of peace.

The Inner Serenade

A Reflection of Calmed Solitude

Silence, lasting is what we know

Only the sound of an inner flow

The symphony starts to play in head

A calming spirit no one can dread

Reverberates through the soul of mine

An inner serenade, a peaceful shrine.

The melody envelops me in found

A solace of others can't surround

A gentle peace within the dark

A loneliness that leaves its mark

A silent void that can't be smashed

It's muted tears, never last

The lack of cry from within

An isolated sadness which has been

The inner struggles that still remain

The darkness draws me in again

In an isolation nothing to quell

There's stillness of tongue, the stories tell

The inner serenade never dies

Ourselves, we must now recognize.

The Jubilee of Peace

Reflections on Aloneness

The peacefulness of being alone,

A present loss, a future shown.

Coursing through my being so,

This frozen relief to start the show.

The masked facade has left me free,

The will of a new sense to see.

The jubilation of quiet set right,

The acute awareness of vain insight.

The solitude I now accept,

An absurd peace with no deceit.

My heart finds solace within my soul,

Such rare journey from a deeper hole.

We accept the seclusion, in sum,

Of ourselves, we can’t over come.

The inner afflictions, meek and fond,

Brought forth with each solitary sound.

No need for applause, nor binding glee,

The joy of aloneness, I accept as me.

The jubilee of peace I can now state,

My only audience, the one within, equate.