Savouring solitude

In my own little stone-built cottage

that stands alone in the cool, lonely country planes,

sipping my warm coffee

and stroking the bouncing Lassie's furry head

I sit by the bay window

looking out at the endless summer meadow 

Ah perfect...

too perfect

to become easily true

but someday...and someday soon

it's the promise I make to my solemn self 

that I will soon see that day

see that meadow 

through the black night and black day

Someday and someday soon

I'll take my place at the bay window

and munch on the savoury solitude

the beautiful, peaceful solitude

my head's heavy

I want to rest it 

someday, someday,

and when I do

I want to be 

looking out at that meadow I say...