It’s truly beautiful here,
………… and the quiet nights can haunt your dreams,
Silence creeps enthusiastically beneath your ear,
… Whilst the dark hides even the moonbeams,
Living the life of a solitary man,
Has its advantages,
Yet for some, these are hard to understand,
And not everything is always that easily managed,
Here in the barren, remote wastelands,
There are times, when even l feel lonely,
… Desperate for the company of another living breathing soul,
But this comes with the territory of such isolated beauty,
And said advantages must somehow take their toll!
… And will l live my life always in such seclusion,
Often l ask this of myself,
… Is this to be the way of this solitary man,
Hiding away from society like an ancient volume upon the shelf?
I can only imagine, that until l know the answers,
… To the questions that l seek,
Then l will continue to live in this beautiful yet silent wilderness,
…Until like the dusty volume, my knowledge is also unique.
© Rory Matier 2010