"Alone"

Alone is not lonely
Alone is not sad
What once made me happy
Still makes me glad

We're tethered by memory
We're grounded by heart
As the moon surely rises
The sea will then part

Alone's not a mystery
Alone's not a dream
A wonder of wonders
It remains to be seen

We're here for an instant
We're gone in a flash
What once seemed the future's
Already the past

Alone is not painful
Alone is not fear
It lives in the answers
We're waiting to hear

We search for a savior
We walk with a saint
We'll find the gold nugget
Hidden under the paint

Alone is my top hat
The suit that I wear
I wander the highlands
I walk through the fair

Yes,
Sometimes past midnight
In winters deep freeze
Alone's with redemption
In prayer on it's knees

And,
In mornings soft sunrise
By dawns early light
Alone's warming fire
Is where I abide

Alone is my angel
My guardian guide
Was there for my birth
Will be there when I die

I   firmly   believe
it's  the   reaching
for things we have
no business reaching
for, that makes the
human experience
so beautiful.

The  reach   for  the
sky   when   we've
no  means to touch
it.    Still  we  reach.

Sometimes life slaps
you in the face with
beauty,    screaming
at you to take notice.

Other times it whispers
in   your  ear  and  just
suggests that you stop,
look  up,  and  take    a
deep breath.
                                                                                        Jon York    2019

Night. Stars. After-rain
the trees have had their share
of tears. Music dies. The sea moans
muted are voices with nothing to declare-

passionate past kisses I remember
now I could find her nowhere
long ago one summer night she whispered
in my ears-- I still can smell the fragrance of her radiant hair.