in my view from solitary hill

I watch people waving,

the solitary thrill of invisible ecstasy

stays with me still

in a silence of waterfalls

an absence of will.

 

No restriction on solitary mound

an absence of streets

that eat up the ground, with a silence of storms

and the howl of dissent

of the sullen sodden human round.

 

In my dreams of solitary souls

I see the rows of silent holes

the mouths of people crying out

for the clamour of reaching

unreachable goals.

 

Come with me to solitary hill

i'll show you views from a higher plain

where the sky draws out the tortured muse

and like a breath draws

out the pain.