No One

"I suppose I feel lonely because I have no one,"

I have the temptation to say,

But it is not true that I have no one,

Merely that I do not yet have one,

One person to align his soul with mine,

To journey, to rhyme,

To immerse in his cursive,

Rehearse his verse,

and celebrate his mind.


There’s a desert somewhere

Held captive in a night,

Cold, indigo, deceptive,

Underneath stars white as death, and

The one I do not yet have and I are holding hands,

Safe and happy because we are stronger than we are hungry,

Braver than we are cold,

In love more than we are lost.