Upon Becoming

 Oh Solitude, you are a sunless sky, 
a vast gray need, unfilled and wanting
without hope or a lyric. 

I call you from the stoney ground 
come to me, steal away these dreams
that bleed my soul.

I call you from beneath the oak
come to me, eat these words
that reveal my heart.

Oh solitude, you are a cold queen,
a crownless ruler, dispassionate and unloving
without love or poetry.

Fly, Solitude. Fly to the void 
where the moon falls
and we can both forget.