Streets Of Solitude
Dazzling moons shouting from forsaken lamp poles,
a misty drizzle gently caressing this nocturnal world,
both creating a world of glistening diamonds,
sparkling gems on the cobblestones at my feet.
My only riches, as I walked those empty streets,
amplifying my actual treasures, new discoveries
on my nights of blessed solitude, wandering
in a world vanquished of daylight fog and grief.
In search of that elusive secret, to escape
a daylight world of boredom and banality.
my footsteps on deserted cobblestones,
their sound, all that echoes from those silent walls.
Those ancient, forgotten walls and cobblestones
Ah, the joy of my beloved Germantown.
Solitude, blessed solitude, my first love
The seat of all that I then truly adored.
Sweet release into contemplation,
exploration, mediation and discovery
a realm whose keys seemed forbidden
unlocked by the sacred places I would go.
Transcendence, a place not of this world
to fly in the only way that humans truly can
unleashing the powers of my soul and mind
a combination necessary to truly understand
Secrets unveiled, in such a state sublime
an amazing, swirling black hole of wisdom,
a new way of thinking, with time and space
reordered, and the same for heart and mind.
The world as we think we know it
vanishing, ascendant to a higher plane
and thus a different method discovered
to all that was and all that will someday be
F. Henderson
January 17, 2020
