Friday, August 19, 2011


When thoughts pour out
Without a care,
No traces of mistrust
Just a will to repair -
Little peeves
Come peeking out
Letting you gaze
Into my world.
I wind down the window
Of my automobile
Facing the other side of the road.
While you steer away
In the opposite direction,
Window still wound down -
We look at one another
With reassurances galore.
Our journeys
Take the same road
You to this end
And me to that....
But there comes a time
When we come face to face
And we magically see
The destination we are set to reach.
For such moments my friend
Thanks to the high Heavens.
Thanks to whatever it is
That bestowed me with you.

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