Strangers

a boy goes to bed
feeling tired and worn
he longs for some starlight
or the sound of a storm
but his thoughts keep him up
and the air is too warm
and the darkness just opens his eyes
and the darkness just opens his eyes

two eyes stare forward
into themselves
searching for meaning
or something that helps
but all they can find
is the concept of self
and the feeling of being alone
and the feeling of being alone

a vagabond reaches
the end of a road
his jacket is torn and
it's starting to snow
and now he is wondering
where he should go
and if he will make it in time
and if he will make it in time

he watches her sleeping
sees the air fill her chest
the love he has for her
is all he has left
she wakes up and sees him
and they both know it best
that each other is all that they need
that each other is all that they need

the breeze travels lightly
with no place in mind
the lovers are loving
at no certain time
and the poets are sowing
the seeds of a rhyme
and no one knows what to do next
and no one knows what to do next