Journey

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.