Die Welt is schöner geworden

When being alone fits like a

Well worn boot,

The sparkling eyes not tears but excitement.

When the terror of loneliness

Fades to a shadow, then

The world looks much brighter, then.

The future fills with the death and rebirth,

Shedding of skin, of forming of nfew

Of baking one's ripeness in the heat of the sun,

And washing that which has been.

When sitting solitary neither

Aches nor yearns,

The unspoken conversations lie still.

Breath of breeze through

Wide open door

Touch of another on my skin,

I am alone, not lonely.