a pleasant co-incidence was born
at the middle of nowhere.
Then lost among the crowds,
hidden inside its own beautiful world,
unfurled inside the dreams
and enjoyed alone,
After cascades of years
I called the co-incidence again,
On a shinning evening
the stranger was back in the town,
with the gift of blurred memories.
There were two for tea
and tea for two,
drinking up the sky,
counting the stars,
But the moon itself was with me.
we spoke; silence, smile and lust
then we lost.