Wednesday, April 7, 2010

=Stranger=

Oh stranger, do you know the way?
No, it seems I'm lost myself.
Then let me tread alone in cold dismay.
No, not by yourself.

Will you walk with me a little while?
Perhaps, until the coming bend.
Then let the road be straight for every mile.
Perhaps, until the very end.

What travellers we'll meet, by chance or more?
Some who are lost, like us.
What of those who have gone before?
The paths will change, like us.

Where shall we rest when the sun has set?
A roof of stars and a rustling bed.
How dark and scary the night must get?
The moon is bright. Be not afraid.

Will you walk with me when morning calls?
From dawn to dusk, my friend.
Must you depart when evening falls?
We will meet again, my friend.

Oh stranger, are you lost perhaps?
No stranger, but a long lost friend.
How many years have since elapsed?
Enough, for us to meet again.

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