Alone

Alone
I walked through my young life
always searching for love to come,
constantly waiting to almost none,
staring up at the black-theatered sky
lonely, tired, afraid to cry.
The more I choose to hide
the clearer it is reflected
in my eyes.
Far-away gaze, weary soul,
my heart thirsts for love to grow
and as the moonbeam
casts a hazy glow
beyond this night's mystic fair,
again,
I walk home
treading the path
alone.

angie
Jan 31 '02