Solitude   I’ve spent many silent hours here In solitude, Pondering both the trite and the sublime, Yet seldom is a moment spent without you For you fill each precious moment of my time. My thoughts are often filled with roses, As fragrant bouquets scent romantic dreams, The candlelight of daydreams flickers softly And it in a passion of extremes. The roses are those red lips, That frame the haunting beauty of your smile, And taste them I do everyday And the thought of them means I’ll sit another while. Oh! That dreams were more the substance, The grains of sand that shape each passing day, Then I would truly be a king - and happy To spend each moment with you in this way. Ashdale Farmhouse Cardonagh town Donegal by: John Woods 23rd February 2002 ¤Aü§Póꆙ¤                View My Guestbook Sign My Guestbook