way from this chaotic world  
Alone, just by myself,
in the serene solitude of seclusion,
wrapped in the gathering gloom
of the solemn dusk,
I am at peace with myself…
A strange stillness settles in my mind.

The soul of silence snuggles slyly
and the somber sphere of solitude
draws the spirit of serenity close.

With the sun long gone and
the moon lost in a maze of haze,
the hills stand mute and gray.

There is not a stir,
No sighs of whisper
nor a phantom of shadow,
As if the day is held
on the cusp of twilight.

Then an uneasy feeling begins
permeating my being
A sense of foreboding
sways my thoughts.
An expanse of melancholy milieu
looms ahead evoking within my soul
a profound feeling of sadness,
a solemn sense of restlessness.