Solitude

by Columbine

There is a cave beneath the world of light
In which we each awaken by and by
An individual and private night
Explored by touch and seen by foxfire eye
Some cry out that there is no air or food
And curl up shivering on the stony floor
But I have lived here long, and found it good
I have survival's needs, if not much more
The velvet whispers of discovery
The tears that form the ceiling's salty tooth
The pallid mushrooms of self-honesty
The icy spring of pure and heartfelt truth
And should I care to dance, I have the room
Given a cave, I'll not make it my tomb

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