Alone

Sometimes I need to be alone. Far from the sound of laughter, Far past the sounds of the city. I crave the soothing ease of silence. I need to put my feet in the stream And watch the leaf swirl by and Travel to its new glory . Quietly. Without need to shout “look at me” Knowing its journey will be kept in my heart. Sometimes I long for an old cabin Lost in a solitary wood. Where days can be spent in pleasing reverie, With only the music of the spheres. Alone with my years and my memories, Stopping to reflect on life’s road. With leave to act on fantasy’s stage And play the role I had intended.