Alone
The wind was always my home;
Child, I understand aloneness,
Yours and mine.
We cannot touch each other;
It is impossible.
I know and you will.
I understand the joys
That you may find.
I can show you where.
Do not let the "happy", gregarious people lead you astray;
Do not let them tell you that your values
Must be changed to theirs.
There is joy on the path that you and I walk;
They won't see, but I will show you
The joy that is inside you.
Child, being alone is not sad.