We walk alone—
On this path strewn with pebbles,
Tripping over rebels;
We walk alone.

None can see the way I see,
No, not you...nor can I see
What it is that makes your heart melt
On your path...alone.

Merging souls may whisper,
Clasping hands may shimmer,
Ideas spring north and south,
But none can see...none can see.

We walk alone,
Always alone on this path.
The karmic connections can dissolve,
Build and peak, revolve...

Lovers can dance the sacred dance,
And still...
They are still...
So alone as they dance.

We walk alone
On this path strewn with pebbles,
And New Age Rebels;
We all walk alone.

Dena L Moore
July 3, 2003