Ode To Solitude

Wandering restless through the hillside
On a cold December day
My solitary journey guided only
By the pilgrims high in the sky

Fog invades the lands blocking the last rays
Of the dying Sun
And a veil of mist and serenity gracefully
Covers the night

The shadowy trees of the forest
Once imbued with beauty and life
Now twisted and eternally frozen
By a shroud of snow and ice

As the glow of the dawning Sun vanishes
In the withered sky
My eyes wander up through the whispering winds
And watch the glare of the stars dilute

Exposed to the frost of the icy winds
My bittered soul still rejoices
As the howl of the wind enchants me
More than the sweetest sounding human voice

Freed from men's insanity
I feel my grief-stricken heart still burn
Bracing my soul through night's loneliness
I sense a glimpse of shelter return

Burdened with the insight of my loneliness
I continue my journey through this night
Passed have the times when the glimmer of hope
Filled my heart with gentle delight

All the years that the currents of fortune have planted
The seeds of my grief
My eyes have been fooled by the masks of joy
My desperate hopes deceived

So let us now gather the harvest of the past solitary days
And bathe our peace-craving eyes in sin's magnificent grace

The night shall pass and a cold morning breeze
Shall obscure the traces of my pitiful existence
For not a stone shall mark the place
Where silence embraced me and guided my cheerful soul
Into the charm of everlasting solitude

Goodbye