I fell in love with loneliness. Down in the meadow by the old train track time felt forgotten and the trail seemed to end inviting confession wild reeds were memories reaching into warm wind serenading the sun, shedding seeds as keepsakes of a legacy kissing the season secret beads of amber scattered into haze with slender necks left naked bowed deep in faith emptied of the dark buds they once held so dear I fell in love with loneliness secluded there in ceremony a solitary witness of gentle relent