A few strains of loneliness,
in the silent night,
I sing in my chamber,
beside the lantern’s light,
and songs heard on the radio,
evoke a longing,
for a companion by my side,
who’ll sing by my tune,
and share with me, my melodies,
of loneliness and joy,
and I’ll show her,
all the visions of my mind,
and joy’s kindle and love’s inspire,
shall our bodies bind;
A few strains of loneliness,
in the silent night,
thinking of her charms,
by the lantern’s light,
and counting the days,
until I return,
into her waiting arms,
she to me, and I to her,
in mind and body merged,
till each is the other,
the other no more.
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 12:14 AM UTC
A few strains of loneliness,
in the silent night,
I sing in my chamber,
beside the lantern’s light,
and songs heard on the radio,
evoke a longing,
for a companion by my side,
who’ll sing by my tune,
and share with me, my melodies,
of loneliness and joy,
and I’ll show her,
all the visions of my mind,
and joy’s kindle and love’s inspire,
shall our bodies bind;
A few strains of loneliness,
in the silent night,
thinking of her charms,
by the lantern’s light,
and counting the days,
until I return,
into her waiting arms,
she to me, and I to her,
in mind and body merged,
till each is the other,
the other no more.