somewhere the mosaic of a setting sun
that you and i have been witness too
but i don’t know you and you
wax along with the moon
somewhere between milling crowds and
billowing breeze our paths have crossed
traveling side by side, but
strangers we remain to distant shores
a bench in the park longs for your return
and i traipse through life like the sunflower does
maybe you’ve been the haunting eyes
i spied in the market place ages ago
but if you don’t tell me your name ..i’ll never know
soulleitmotifs 