SOLITAIRE:

Take me away from the madding, giggling & jostling crowds,

To the silence of our God´s arm-cradled & drifting soft clouds,

Where shrieking of war & the yelling of men is no longer heard,

I´ll be the wafting dropped feather on the song of the solitary bird.

Give me no loud music of society, not with massed humanity joined,

I´ll go fighting solo, aloof & clutching at peace, snatched, & purloined,

Let me be the Rock of Gibraltar, solitary lake or lonesome desert isle,

I´ll be that floating autumn leaf, softly alighting far from windfall pile.

Let me be that one single hair from moulting beast´s shedding pelt,

That silent & solitary flake of snow, in fields as it starts to die & melt,

Oh to be that voice of the solitary wolf, the note in that lonely howl,

I´ll be that illusive prey, held within the fortunate beast´s bloody jowl.

As they, I´ll sit alone in the mighty sky, as mother moon & father sun,

I want to be just like them, to be at peace in my space, alone, just one,

The solitary teardrop running down the cheeks of man, woman & child,

I shall be that one for humanity, solitary, free, alone & so very very wild.