Smiles of Solitude
Eric Bonholtzer
Dry grass parts by heavy steps,
As mud flecks my boots,
At home, close to my roots,
I can clearly see the sunset on picketed frames.
Sweat hides against my side,
But still there’s a smile on my lips,
as I think of rosy red lips, and dancing hips,
and the night that will sway to the beat
And I’m sure I will see the sunset tonight.
Fences of wood don’t fence me in,
But they cage my wild heart all the same,
And I think I’m falling
It’s just a smile in solitude,
As the wild calms my heart,
A smile in solitude
No matter what the wear, blister or tear,
I can see the sun shine,
I can feel the warmth wrapped inside,
Never to be let down.
And I’m sure,
Oh so sure,
I won’t be alone tonight.
But for now I’m alone,
My old friend hasn’t called me home yet,
And in that solitude there is beauty,
The world stands still for me, for but a moment.
And it’s these moments that truly time is made of.
Just a smile in solitude.
