E'trangers encore

Maybe I've met you, but I can't recall.
I waited to confirm, but in dreamland,
but my heart is telling me
that you've already passed through.

I may have looked into your eyes,
whatever color that may be.
Blue as the sky on a bright summer day,
or perhaps the day is cloudy and your eyes really grey.

Or they might be green, the color of grass
with a ray of sunlight adding that shine from above.
They might be black, white, deep and dark,
but certainly the color of love.
Killer and carrier to the recipient

I wonder if we've spoken to one another.
Words falling from our tongues,
rich and delicious and as sweet as the first hug we've yet to share.
I can hear your voice, but strangely enough,
there are no words there.

I can picture your movements,
gracefully taking one stride at a time,
but I need to know, in which direction are you going?
No hurry, take your time.
I've been watching you all along;
the day will come when we will meet.

But is your voice deep and rasp or are there any words at all?
Could it be that you're silent when it comes to speech?
As silent as the leaves that fall in the fall?

When it's raining on my rooftop, is it also raining on yours?
Tears from heaven because we have yet to be.
Or just nature's way of drowning out the loneliness?
At least until the union is done?


Or might your sing your song or simply daydream?
Do you daydream?
How will it feel to hold you in my universe friendship?
I can feel your voice so soft, but the depth I do not know.


I haven't a clue where you are, but I know where you have been.
You have passed through my dreams every night and continue to do so.
I know not your given name, but fret not,
In due time that name will be clear,
that and only that I do know.

In the meantime, I names to which I refer,
and these names suit you perfectly fine.
I either call you by the name "honey bear"
or I simply call you "sugar".



I have a gift to present you with

and that gift is my very own heart.

For friendship,

Both in joy and sorrow moments.