Walking beside the gentle brooks
That twists and crackles through ravines and the deserted wild…
Journeying alone with no company
In the cold winters, hot summers, rainy springs…
Sprouts of lilies and tulips line its banks
Sparkling hope along its path amidst the rocky wilderness
As a lone brook are the days of a ‘singler’…
Who twists and turns on a lonely frosty bed
With no kiss to induce sleep and enticing words to lull the heart
Nor smiles to greet the morning light and embrace the frame in warmth…
Through the biting winter cold and romantic nights of wet spring…
Alas! The loner yearns for a companion…in hope or despair?
