I feel the need to be alone yet I want to be held
I want silence yet the lack of noise is driving me insane
I need my place, the ring of trees and grass
The place I am always welcome, where peace is the natural state of being.
Where tranquility flows through the mist of silence like cool water through sand when the heat of people is suffocating
Held in arms which do not require that you hold them back
The softness of pure embrace
The warmth of ice because it is there.
Where fresh inspiration drops like ripe fruit from bare trees.
Her arms are there to catch me when I throw myself into the well
The echoing silence extends, I need to be alone again