Sweet solitude, your devasting silence
more stronger than words
leaves me here
in the garden of sorrow.
So what if sadness
valses alone on a dancefloor.
On these pathways
whom else can i follow.
Sweet Solitude but your shadow.

Can i a few things from you borrow
a dazzling sun
or a chime from a sparrow
a spadeful of silence
a fatale strike from Love's own arrow
and
While you slumber in my bone marrow
Sweet solitude
on your eyelids sleeps
these wisdom of tommorow.