Raptured views of emerald valleys,
Peaks of solitude and quiet shadows.
I listen to the breeze,
Whisper its nonchalant secret.
I wish to be like you,
To glimmer and glow in ample delight.
Some days my only cherished friend,
Who wears her smile with enthralling guile.
Don’t treat me with disdain,
My spirit soars and crumbles.
Revelations of timely prophecy,
No longer a stranger, takes my hand.
copyright Es-tee Miller
When we cannot bear to be alone, it means we do not properly value the only companion we will have from birth to death – ourselves. ~Eda LeShan