Solitude - Ii

Were I to breathe in this world nigh easy And easier still in my solitude, Such that my opinion on me sounds good, No more I muse on how world feels ‘bout me. Still, to feel good in this world's vainest crowd, With an island like poise, no dependence, Cosy In my soul's solitude at once, I aught feel fair sans any masking shroud. An if true solitude, silent as light Enlightens like a pole star so steady, All thru life's long and arduous journey, A best of friend it be, bliss be or blight. Still, till ego stops scoring a self-goal, There seldom is true solitude of soul. ___________________________________________ Sonnets |11.08.13|