Alone Together
A "collaboration" with Edgar Allan Poe's poem titled, "Alone"
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
Where years of mingled adolescent voices
Denied a heart and it's choices
My quiet self could not speak
Another outcast - a soul unique.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone.
Pages of art, the written word
An interest each one found absurd
A solemn love that I must hide
To keep when I and time can abide.
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
How - in melancholy youth - I found
The companion to whom I remain bound,
I do not know precisely the day when
Though I knew I had gained a friend.
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold -
The years dragged on without relent
As months of solitude were spent,
Down a new road I traveled then
Meeting destiny, though I knew not when.
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by-
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Undeterred by any supernatural power
Or life's occasional teardrop shower
My soul kept tight hold of passion
Let me fulfill it in my own fashion
This outcast "demon" found in me a friend
Alone together, now and beyond the end.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015
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