How much peace is in an evening walk
of two near strangers at the bay
when they hold hands and gently talk
even if their peace – has gone away
How much truth lies there, for a little while
when of human needs the most divine
between a thoughtful nod and then a smile
is shared by eyes like yours and mine
The sea is whispering quietly below
her waves are pushing light shadows ashore
we inspired each other – and smiled even more
Our shadows, let’s pick them up before we go
because the moonlight won’t restore
those shadows and this instant, never more
Two Strangers was originally published on Meandering home
Ché Camilo 