To be alone, is to be filled with what I have witnessed

Alone, solitude total emptiness and sad, still remains the sights that the day light brought
Filled now with the feeling someone else is with me protecting me from the darkness inside
Showing me flashes of what I have seen, so wonderful and bewildering all at once
To some they may see just simple flowers, in my eyes I saw the root in the ground that they sprung from and every twist and turn of so many colored petals, I see the way the sun light or shadows change the colors completely, and then how the blooms crawl back within themselves for shelter and protection from the cold or rains, then happily open themselves back up to the suns rays for needed warmth and growth, as I too reach a hand out to the suns light so healing and pure here lies the bliss you bring me when I'm alone, cold and in comes the dreded thoughts of suffering a never ending winter without what I have known and witnessed forever. You come unseen as an angel to my memories to clear out the old cobwebs of terrible nightmares and darkness, the Spring and Summers of my mind and spirit they come and set me free of the never ending cloud of hauntings winter brought down from Fall's old trees.
Alone, within and without my own self I have company, sad and empty still yet lifted by knowing this. The angel spirit comes from within me and without to remind me of all these things I have witnessed, in the fears I may dispiar and forget all is not lost yet. My cup does overflow with all that I have witnessed now and in the past together.