Hollow winds carry subtle soothing hymns amidst the forest of my heart, try as I may, the sea at bay stirs, bringing oceans of pain, a breeze of longing and sadness, alas, what more shall I come to know, and how my soul howls, a swell of loneliness that I have know since birth, clinging to the lingering kiss of your love, all alone, all but one, myself in the world, for the doves that once sang in the garden of my mind are no more, split, carried by separate migrations, ministrations of a universe that need not carry the pain of my heart, the light of the sun replaced by the cool, icy air of the moon, and even the suns light to reflect my own is gone too, but that I must need to face, all alone, just as before, and again, and need I ask “when may I not feel this way”, but again, I knew the answer all along, the light of heaven be not for me, but a faint glimmer of something I cannot know, a cruel measure, that I can’t match with feet of my own, maybe I should hold on to the thought of your wings carrying me higher, to see the sun, to catch the constellations as one, but in the end, just as the beginning, I am truly, just myself, all alone