Alone Poem by Liam Flaherty

While walking on a morning day,
With sunshine streaming through the air,
I listened to the sound of wind,
And heard what it had to say.
I would like to say it told me stories,
of heroes long ago.
Alas, instead of epics,
I heard the tale of a lonely soul.
The voice I heard from the wind,
the narrative of that soul,
gave stories of times,
forgotten,
lost,
and whispered unto the dying wind.
The wind told me his story,
of love won, and love lost.
And in the wind I felt his
pain,
sorrow,
loneliness,
and the love he held within.
For greater than any hero,
of ancient Grecian myth,
the lonely soul in the wind, still
loved,
cherished,
adored,
and protected his cause of loneliness.
I haven't heard of a greater tragedy,
than loving without recompense.
But it was no matter for this lonely soul in the wind,
No matter for his pain and suffering,
For in his view and hands was his dream,
And he was content.