Soul's Solitude Defined

Where is this soul in solitude? Alone but rarely lonely Never closed it is wide open Soaring, waiting for a time to be Upon the winds. On land and sea And with the tides’ ebb and flow Telling tales of him and her Us, you and me as we go. His fingers wrapped 'round a ready pen His mind does often ponder Then he begins to tell his story And the fantasies drift and wander The words come to him from all around Lilting, lulling sounds They bounce in his head down to his hands As once more his muse is found The ink flows fast on paper As his narrative builds up speed Climbing up to a crescendo Grasping with urgent need. Clutching at sensations Like a torrent in full flow He writes with fervent passion As the words dash to and fro Then slows again to a dreamy pace As the reader's senses need to feed Intense then light then dark again The words flow to feed their need Never lost in the written word Never lost for things to say His eyes and ears and senses Are his tools, are his display When feeding all the masses With his literary food He hopes they enjoy the repast And end up feeling good. Devour the feast, imbibe the words Sate your body, soul and mind Enjoy the written dinner And let your spirit there unwind Let it abound like his solitary soul Then let it come to rest Let it be thoroughly satisfied Leave it feel, at last, the best