Perfect Strangers

 

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.