Tonight I wish I could learn to be content and happy on my very own. To see myself as blessed and rich and free, to treasure living by myself; alone. It's hard tonight, for skies are blushed with rose, and as I walk, I yearn for one to share the joy that's filling me from head to toes. The glee I feel when touched by evening air is lessened simply for the fact that I am me, and me alone beneath the moon. (Alone is she, and she breaths not a sigh.) So why do I need one to hear my tune? I don't. I won'. Tonight I can be loved by no one but myself -- and moon above.
7 April 1997