SOLITUDE
Alone, I sit to dwell upon the past,
To stir sleeping memories from the dust.
Reluctant hopes have left me free at last
And nothing dies where nothing lives, I trust.
The moon of life is fading now; skies grow gray,
Erasing fears that only time has drawn.
Amidst the dusk a smiling face comes out to play --
A drifting ghost before the creeping dawn.
The air is not that still . . . and yet
I hear an almost silent raindrop fall;
A coyote against the sky -- a sharp-lined silhouette
-- And now the haunting echo of its call.
As the desert moon recalls its radiant light,
Falling dark has left the day subdued.
Mighty cliffs loom lonesomely in the night.
Weary, I pause . . . at last to rest in solemn solitude.