Solitude

There is beauty in silence, when the mind sings

with the voice of a million dreams and the courage of an army.

There is love in this body, for this mind,

for this loveless heart, for these wandering thoughts, spilling like waterfalls.

And this beauty I see, I taste, I summon...

There is magic in these hands, these eyes, that mouth that obeys the silence.

There is hope, trickling down my cheek, from the windows of the soul -

cracked open to let out the light.