The day we finally meet <br />It will be raining softly <br />On grey and lonely urban streets, <br />The last dangling autumn leaves <br />Will fall from shivering November trees. <br /> <br />Perhaps, we’ll gaze into each other’s eyes <br />At a Buddhist book store <br />Where the incense burn <br />Slow and sweet. <br /> <br />We have mystical steps to take <br />As we journey into mystery. <br />It can take a multitude of lifetimes <br />Before certain souls reunite, <br />And love can only be realized <br />After making it safely through <br />The forest of emotional confusion. <br /> <br />I’ve been playing on this playground <br />Without a close friend for a long time; <br />I’ve learned to accept solitude as sublime, <br />But I’m willing to share enlightenment.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/girls-as-exquisite-as-exotic-tattoos-and-hieroglyphics/
