Perfect strangers:
distant musings,
strange attractions
mingle in the air—
patterns, ever
more patterns,
steadily looming.
Remnants of horizons
once forgotten
now unwind,
while moonlit trails
of two lost travelers
dreamily collide.
Rippling like tides
of a destined crossing,
a fragment of heaven
found at last
in a single
fateful tossing.
