Sit A Spell With Me

In 'solitude's chambers' I met myself, and we dined.
Lack of distractions overcame needs for introductions.
Flamboyant flimsy excuses of why this was so late, died.
I fired up the 'grill' and we dined, me, myself and I.

Facades fell off in lieu of honesty's complexion.
Waving my 'rights' I layed all aside for the better good.
Denied equal access my senses lined up and also surrendered.
Knowing that this would clear the way for brand new chapters.

So alone is where I found growth enough to advance a level.
Enough to the point of extricating joy amidst the pain.
Enough overflow to wash my senses in purity's stream, yeah.
Finally, to emerge in the wealth of lavendar's pristine dye.

So now Solitude has become a friend of sorts to me and mine.
Rushing my mentality with forethought and some afterthought.
Waves of desire to obtain new dimensions and calibers.
Loneliness no longer denotes negativity, but, only freshness.