My Delight In Solitude

As lost memories dawned I did not see,
All things in life I was meant to be;
And those things in life I should have been
Were eclipsed by my own mortal sin.
And I never minded darkness much
In search of truth, in search of such:
While long and far, and far I did roam,
For in truth, I liked to be alone.

And while I sat in shadows forgot,
Long lay the virtue, long lay the thought
Of all that was and was to become,
While many a mile I did run.
From what I knew, I never did know,
From what I could see, I never could show;
In search of shadows forgotten home,
For in truth, I liked to be alone.

And all the sea: the sands of the world,
Were filled by me, my tears unfurled.
The ship lost in port, encased in shroud,
Alone its encased, though in a crowd.
Forgot it was, forgotten its lost
Forgotten at sea the waves are tossed;
And none do care to call for their home,
For in truth, they like to be alone.