In the quiet solitude of being alone,
Where thoughts like shadows gently roam,
The world seems distant, far and wide,
As silence wraps me, side to side.

The whispers of the wind, soft and low,
Are the only companions I come to know,
In this realm where echoes fade,
A tranquil peace is gently made.

The stars above, in silent grace,
Offer comfort in this lonely space,
Their light, a beacon in the night,
Guides me through the absence of sight.

And though alone, I find my way,
In the quiet, I choose to stay,
For in this solitude, I am free,
To be with myself, in harmony.