When everything slows

while outside the mind

travels a greater distance

wondering about home,

curious about our place

in the sky,

so vast and appealing.

This solitude

a quiet peace,

silence is alive

in our heart

as we yearn,

we wander aimless

letting the hours

slip by.

In a silent fury

our thoughts

continue to swell

with a greater

beckoning,

than we sometimes

afford with time.

That solitude

is intriguing

in its mystique

allowing ourselves

to travel into forever.