Loneliness is not a burden, but its strength,

a choice made in the silence of the night.

The wind of Knokke whispers, but does not insist,

he remains steadfast in going his own way.

Here, above sand and sea, he finds his rest,

no company needed, no emptiness conscious.

Alone, but full, proud of who he is,

his loneliness is peace, not loss.