IN A HOUR OF LONELINESS
Spite me not, Angel of Love,
Give me company in this hour of loneliness;
An open heart awaits your kiss;
Dry my tears of lonely sorrow,
For I am so self-deceived.
I am so alone,
Even in a crowd,
separateness overcomes me,
I long for the comfort of intimacy;
I long for Love.
Can two souls join, Nay--even touch?
Fooled so often by those flirtatious eyes,
And those smiles.
To think that we can join,
Our bodies, perhaps.
The defenses, the scars, the ambition,
and deep secrets.
Can I open myself''
Can another?
So self-deceived, such mass illusion;
Glamour entices the physical to seek itself;
Is self-reflected vanity the object of my search?
Is my desire unquenchable?
Companionship, friendship, intimacy?
Sex love, marriage?
No! My soul still longs.
To talk, to play, to relate?
A chance for- honesty?
A chance to heal and be healed?
And still I search
No stranger, don't pass me by,
Take a chance.
Don't like my looks, my style, me?
Such glamour, for and against.
I am so tired,
And still I see such barriers ahead;
I am left so alone to bear my karmic burden;
So inevitably mine to bare,
I have left myself with destiny...
So alone.
Of course I know the joys of friendship:
The songs, the games,
The hands held and tears shared,
Still I remain alone.
Of course I know the Beauty of Love,
Deep and profound;
I have tasted it, swam in it,
Almost drowned in it:
So alone, so inevitably alone.
For I have seen souls robed only with glamour,
Unseen in their nakedness,
Their nude form untouched.
And here I sit,
Revealing myself to myself;
One's own self can be one’s dearest friend,
Or worst enemy;
And will remain in times of joy and sorrow;
I am thankful for the blessing from the Angel of Love,
For she has turned my self-deception to a self-conceived.