Like chimes ringing out the uniting of souls in a ceremony That is in every culture. as passionate and as ancient as it is Sacred and holy, come the laughs, the giggles as unto like a birdsong From some feather encrusted gem colored concerto soloist on the Wing in the caress of the night's breeze as it carries it along. Laughs muffled and secreted in some shadowed cove all their own, The pecial sounds that belong only to the chosen passionate ones That have found the one that their soul knows instinctively is the One, the only one, that they will ever desire, crave for, or need. And to my ears they ring with one chorus repetively, a one word Chorus, in the same key, "Alone, alone, solo, solo, alone." My spirit answers in a minor chord, "Why, like some, am I still alone?"
Simple steps, the sound of mutual treading down a path through a Park, stars twinkling above, a choir of shimmering universal dancers dressed in Gossamer gowns of red, white, blue and green, the moon dictates the softness of the Light of the Night, like some gentle conductor She indicates that it must be A composition befitting the music of all lovers right, as I see her lay Her head on his shoulder as they walk in quiet syncopation to the beat Of the breeze, as gentle as he is when he smiles down at her sole right to This intimacy, a sight that glows as bright as a meteor shower in a sky not dimmed By the neon fakeness of the rest of civilization, oh how my soul joins In the rhythm of the sight, "Some are still alone, why must one be one like me?"
Childrens glee is mirrored in the tinkling of the laughter of their joy As they let the gentle waves chase them back to the shore, then they pursue Them back out into the waves world they turn again and run, only to turn back To the shore, oh the way the air just vibrates with that blissful sound Once again of their voices lifted in the chorus of their own unique song. In someone's arms ore the water another voice is begging in a tempting, teasing, Taunting tune, to please not drop them, no please don't splash them, all the while The background drum like beat is the beat of the water as it is indeed cast The way of the one who in tantalizing teasing for it is craving, waiting, like lace Of white that trims the soon to be worn bride's gown - from my lips fall The words, my litany now, "Some still alone, oh why must I be counted among That throng?"
No one can know what I truly mean No one can feel what I miss so deeply No one can understand the secret part of what is gone No one can know what knowing what another is thinking Without having to form the words of the question and letting The words from your lips fall - unless - Oh unless they have felt it all.
They have been part of the couple that walked through the night They have been the silent pair that walked parting the shadows of the Night. They have watched, as two not one, the children in playfulness splash. They have been held in the water, in the arms of their lover as like The children the two of them have played. They have awoken in the morning to the smile of the mate to their soul As softly come the words, 'Good morning my love.' They would have to have known all of this, to understand how discordant The Notes can be, when they awake to another day, still alone, oh how I find that tune so very lonely.