‘tis said strangers
are ships
passing in the night.
some dare to lay anchor
close to each other.
to explore
the waters around them.
often they do not regret.
we are strangers yet.
lets
lay anchor
pause the night
and fathom the moment of silence
gently swaying
on the waves of hope.
the morn soon may be around
with its wake of life
beckoning.
to show us the way
to
where we ought to be.
