A poem by David Edwards.
Do not mistake solitude for loneliness,
For solitude brings its own friends.
It can bring peace and understanding,
The joyous sound of children laughing
Echoing across the years.
The clink of glasses,
Raised in ceremonious hope,
A fingertip touch, that meant so much more.
Solitude has time for you,
It can say, Take me home
And I will lie with you
While you warm your heart
In the embers of desire.
It will stand by your side
As you watch your first sunrise
And still be fresh
As that same sun then slips into the pocket
Of the coat, worn by night.
But beware of its rival,
For loneliness has no peace.
It cannot understand the joy of solitude.
It will place its hand over the mouths of children
And you will try, but fail
To hear the laughter that belongs to you.
Its glass lies empty
Dashed on the rock of truth,
Its embers have grown cold
And leave you shivering
As a helpless puppy
Who trembles in fear.
You stand alone at sunrise,
For loneliness shuns the light of day
Preferring its pocket of darkness,
Unwilling to see the dawn of truth
So be on your way with solitude
And give no thought to loneliness and its life
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