• What is now, this life I hold,
    my past--my life---the stories told?
    what be this feeling un-explained?
    My life, it has caught new view,
    seeing behind the truth the answers contained.
    Yet still my mind Is blind, to things still true.

    The meeting chance,
    The talk not light.
    Under the stars I now dream of dance.
    Aspects, and views spoken of wrong and right.
    Conversation flowing, rhythmically intertwining,
    two minds, two souls, calmly combining.

    Two souls who have lived, through times, dark and crude.
    His words meaningful yet seem to scramble,
    Hers flowing and knowing, glowing with pulchritude.
    Carelessly smiling, as they continue to ramble.

    Views quite the same, yet in their own unique.
    Knowledge intertwining, philosophies combining.
    Understanding with out insulting, or refining.
    This is the soul's greatest mysique.
    Two souls, two hearts, two minds meating at chance.
    Two beautiful beings, dreaming, awaiting of their dance.