Solitude, Memories and A Poet

In solitude, beneath the open sky,
Amidst green fields or by the sea's soft cry,
This poet's soul, in nature's grand ballet,
Doth find a muse to weave in verse today.

A sequestered nook, where memories lie,
With every step, nostalgia does belie,
In golden light, the tapestry unfolds,
Of moments past, in stories yet untold.

The sea, a mirror, vast and deep and wide,
Does in its depths, my yearning heart confide,
Its ancient waves, like whispered tales of old,
Recall the love and shipwrecks manifold.

The seagulls, soaring, cries in graceful flight,
Their verses written in the fading light,
As sun descends into the briny deep,
I'm lost in thoughts, where dreams and memories sweep.

The rustling leaves, the ocean's gentle song,
Compose a melody where I belong,
In solitude, where time's flow does unwind,
A poet's heart, with memories intertwined.

Beneath the starry canopy above,
I pen my verses, words infused with love,
With every line, my heart's true essence pour,
In solitude, I become a near-perfect poet, evermore.

The scent of salt and earth, a sweet embrace,
Awakens senses, lends a gentle grace,
In open air, where dreams take eager flight,
Solitude, memories, and poet unite.

For in this quiet realm, I find my muse,
A poet's heart with memories to infuse,
In solitude, my soul forever free,
I'll pen my verse, in timeless harmony.

As stars above, in timeless grand array,
Bear witness to the words I now convey,
This poet, by the sea or meadow's crest,
Shall find in solitude, eternal rest.