Streets of Solitude

Streets of Solitude Along the streets of solitude I stroll alone but not lonely As musings in my mind are brewed On the roads I tread down slowly. Along the streets of solitude I weave threads of thoughts as my friends And I vision the multitude As souls of one race -- as human. Along the streets of solitude I loiter to gaze at milkweeds Fully in bloom with fortitude And spreading on the ground their seeds. Along the streets of solitude I wander to hear sparrows` songs And offer to them gratitude For their free music all day long. Along the streets of solitude I saunter to relish whispers Of leaves of trees on altitude As dews on grasses do glister. Along the streets of solitude I ramble to inhale fresh air And my morning stroll to conclude With aim of nature`s bliss to share. Along the streets of solitude I connect with my inner self To survey in full plenitude The inner light within myself. Along the streets of solitude I long to spill the sands of time In the wombs of deep quietude When my knell of the bell does chime.