Alone

I am alone
But we are happy.
We hear and speak of things, to mortals are unknown.
We watch the songbirds dance on the foam of airborne seas
And sympathize with the Father of Rain,
Collecting his teardrops of dew.

In desolate fields, I am alone
But we are happy.
We encounter and converse with strange travelers,
Stranger is the many atmospheres we roam.

Strangest–not till I sank to the foot of misery, did I understand.

You left me alone
To sit, weep and yield
To my own helplessness.
But I found in every hour–
A love of the purest form.
I found in loneliness,

My sacred soul.