Confounded Solitude

Confound I am to the weakness of my own sanity,

For I am a vagabond. 

That searches for the joy 

That belongs to a lover's quarrel.

The passion that lies within the heat of that moment 

Can give purpose to life.

In a since that one still has a heart to love.

But, as of now 

I travel alone

Enriched by the tale of my own solitude.

Yet, this path of one 

That has been label as a loner

Does not weep or woe. 

For, I hold the riches of the world 

WithIn my eyes.

Therefore, I can see the beauty 

That is embedded within 

The diamond incrusted sky. 

Still, I am a man of needs, 

And these needs long to be satisfied. 

I just wish you where here, 

So I can see that beauty within the irises of your eyes.

~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~