a presence of something rooted in whispers of truth
permitted by stillness found in a droning sound of a bee
a freedom to inhabit spaces, where even a skylark
knows best not to giggle as solitude embraces loneliness
an acceptance of aloneness that decorates sunsets
with a tinge of gold as evening air richly fills the lungs
a sacred place, where words come from
Note: Poem linked to Sanaa’s Prompt Nights, “Descent into the abyss of Solitude”.