Alone

Sitting by a thicket thinking of you.
A place full of peace people cease to know.
A place where flowers grow wild and unfold untold.
A place I often go to be alone.

Birds sing in spring and I follow their wing.

Sadness seems to fade as I wade through shade.
Times like these are what bring me peace—
alone with my thoughts when I feel alone.

A quiet blue river shimmers in the distance,

I’ll walk to it and explore it today.
The walk’s not far, I won’t use a car,
too much I’d miss along the way.

The beauty of a river is said to soothe.

Motion of current a deterrent for the blues.
So here I’ll sit and smile for awhile—
just a little while till I tire of being alone.


From the book Kairos (print version only)