That Sweet Space Poem by Midnight Clarity

Alone is not a word
that sings of joy,
and yet alone
is that sweet space
where books are read,
where paints are spread
across the canvas,
where pencils skip
and sketch, love songs
are written, dance steps
added one by one
to build the whole ballet;
alone is where fresh hope
is born, a gap
where count is taken
of the past,
what has been done
what needs to change,
be rearranged to pull
the very best into the light;
alone is where
the cake is baked,
the shoe designed
the seam made strong
foundations laid
for future moments
to be shared
with me, with you,
with everyone.