Solitaire (Poetry)

There is one person I would love
if luck could just discover
the time to dig for qualities
which chime with one another

Fate sent me on a fruitless search
where monsters ten-a-penny
hungered for a maiden’s kiss
while heroes there weren’t any

I sang a song — a lonesome dirge
that wafted from my tower
it warbled aching — filled my throat
with sentiment’s sweet power

Yet passing strangers seemed quite deaf
however I might try
to snare them with the lines I’d float
long-lost to wind and sky

No likely suitors called on me
nobody scaled my wall
to charm me with a bold remark
or slip and take a fall

The road below my window winds
its dusty years away
far-off the ghostly dragons roar
white knights too old to play