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