When I Speak Of

When I speak of Loneliness I guess I speak of companionship The ability Or lack of To foster that Over time To grow old In someone’s arms Share history And photo albums I look upon couples Old and young With envy And a little sadness Yet Deep down I knew all along My life Would lead me Here To this To this point For that was the plan I had dreamt For years I didn’t want it I prayed for it Not to be So I go bush When I can Or wonder A far off Golden beach And this is where It changes To oneness Which I practice In solitude Far from Loneliness With the bush And beach Just me