Alone

I

What is this constitution what appeases?
All the thought that hallows me allows
Me to know I am less alone.

When we look into each other
What are we searching for?
Can we really touch another soul?

Can we really, creatively, emotionally,
Intellectually be less alone?

I am in love but I am not found.
Some days I question myself,
For in love, I have become alone.

II

I found my friend the day she looked past
And beyond the signs and the facts
And the science, I think I don't even know
Who was lost, who was found, who was there.

When I walked into a room today
I talked and my words were empty
I danced and I sung provoking pleasure,
But only for myself, I felt alone.

The talking was just a fast to speak,
What I told was nothing from mine heart
It was aching, it was sighing,
It was the soft adjustment of perception.

III

I watched the waves breaking on the rocks
In darkness the profusion of stars absorb me,
Like the waves admitting sound from its discourse:

Cold belated, isolated, alienated I was less alone.
Searching for nothing was not an answer
I was witness, not profound.

I found from nothing I could make nothing more.
I searched for that liberty but in it I found nothing.
In the echo I was not alone.

IV

We are alone, but in company of aloneness.
It is sad but the sadness makes us smile.
We are here but never there for each other

And ever the source of love folds
Turns to bleakness so that we hate ourselves.
I reach out, and I am reaching out to you

You see me and you touch me
But I don't feel you. I am alone.