Solitude I save my thoughts for lonely moments when The pain that overwhelms the world with news Often destroys ideals and dreams conceived By precious minds, exposed to all the waste Of shady worlds that fill them full of hate And sin; it never seems to give relief. And so my thoughts are saved for lonely hours, When I have time to be in tune with songs Of sunset's vibrant hues and tones, as well As soft and gentle breezes cool and calm. Stephanie Baker