I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone
I came across this poem this morning and it really struck a chord with me. Just wanted to share it's beauty with you and some of the signs of spring that our "springing" up around us.
I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough to truly consecrate the hour.
I want my free will and want it accompanying the path which leads to action; and want during times that beg questions, where something is up, to be among those in the know, or else be alone.
I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection, never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection. I want to unfold.