Tonight I hear the faintest voice

Tonight I hear the faintest voice

singing chorus to stars above.

And in that moment comes a choice

of Solitude and Love.

In this morning I hear the clock

yank me from my stoic rest.

I think of those old human rocks

statues, of bust and breast.

This afternoon I heard their words

with me in nature's green.

And in the wingspan of the birds

and in other things, unseen.

So in Solitude or Love I find,

that Solitude is deaf or blind.