STRANGE CONNECTIONS

Unknown places; unknown faces,
and a strange connection…
with people who seem so lost; people who are subjects of profound thought.

I depart naturally, in body, but not mind;
I wander, in hope that I did leave behind,
a deep impression that I am what they are,
though I walk past them and remain far.

There is but little, a relation that binds us all,
something common that demolishes that wall,
which, till now, kept us from seeing…
that on the other side is an equal being.

Eye meets the eye, and the hearts meet too,
in moments of trust, filled with hue…
I stand by them and they stand by me,
in undecided moments that need no plea.

Places change, and so do faces, everyday;
no foreword, no dialogue and no dismay…
We are connected because we are the same,
And there lies nothing in their origin, or their name.