Here's to hermits,
In their hermit holes,
With their shutters shut,
Their doors all closed.
Untouchable,
By day and night,
No lover's lover,
No saviour's light.
Here's to those,
That live alone,
With their lonely lives,
Reciting their lonely poems.
Those secret words that hermits seek,
I know those words that hermits speak,
Hermits browsing 'tween the lines,
Regurgitating esoteric news,
Deciph'ring favourable heavenly signs,
Envisaging creation's miraculous views,
Savouring fruit from thickets and bramble vines,
Wearing simple frocks and twisted hermit shoes,
Singing simple songs, humming simple hermit blues,
Ensconced deep within their hermit caves,
Dreaming life with all its creature rants and raves.