many solitudes

in my solitude, words slip by, sift through the walls
the shades of yester days take on a different hue
the echoes of lonely thoughts form puddles in the imagination

in my solitude, yearnings are greater
the volume of reality is magnified,
desires absconded, dragged away by melancholy

in my solitude, the lights shine brighter
the reflections of shadows grow larger
beginning and end coexist on the same coordinates

in my solitude, love becomes concrete
limitations lack form and texture
desires burn out of the ashes.