Strangers

Strangers souls braided
like childhood
with knots of knowing;

Did we pass somewhere, sometime,
strangers in the night,
Did I brush against you in a crowd
and sense a cord's connection?

Did my eyes fall on you
across a room
in some lost hour, unaware
as life's clock ticked off its minutes?

Parallels of sacred sorrows
the stepping stones we tread,
paths and bridges, mountains and valleys,
walked, climbed and burned.

Their dusty hand
forever on our souls....
the imaginings that broke us down
 and made us whole,
Strangers beautifully braided
fashioning with words their strands of gold...

Hearts of bitter weeping,
 now full with
tears of joy
on the pillows of our growing old.

Author's Note

notice the lovely angel landing on the lane in the beam of light

Reviews

[ChemicalMadness]

Knots of knowing...love the phrasing. Your stronger moments are in lines like "did I brush against you in a crowd and sense a cords connection?" I would seek those moments. They are strong. You'd do well to avoid more well used phrases like strangers in the night....
I like what you've put together here, though.

[Marie]

I did notice the angel...this poem speaks to me of souls knowing eachother in past lives...a connection so strong it holds in this one...

[mysticgmekeepr]

some folks just seem to make such deep connections without the need for physical presence. Writers and poets probably more than others because they are always dancing with the "other" anyway

[Ed Hart]

better now than thirty or forty years ago...well met, well met

[mysticgmekeepr]

isn't that a cool angel in the beam of light? I had no idea what I was capturing until I saw the pic:-)

[Ed Hart]

holy light

[mysticgmekeepr]

that is one thing I am profoundly certain of...the holy light has surrounded me all of my days. I suspect you know this feeling at a depth most never go to.