strangers

Who are you
that sees me so clearly
through this cold rain?

not some mystic
surely, only a poet
a musician

strumming heartstrings
and bongo-beating
smiles and laughter

on my weary face
hidden here
behind blue light

and dreams
unspoken
for fear

they'll blow out
like a birthday candle
int his storm.

Mark my words
you are great
great and good;

I see this in you
when you say
nothing

but your soul
she whispers to me
when you look away

she tells, me
stand by
dream of love.

Let this be
the altar
and I will bow

for friendship's sake
for goodness

and you.