HERMIT:

The day that dawned, was her usual hiding place,

Where from glaring sun, she would bury her face,

Masking her head, in scudding cloak of soft clouds,

So she´d not have to mix with the mingling crowds.

 

The dark night was the gown, that mantled her being,

Where she´d secrete her old soul, from all those seeing,

Tiptoeing through existence, upon her way back home,

Telling through her silence, “I just want to be alone”.