Devotion Laid in Silence

We may meet someday - tomorrow,or the day after under a sky that forgets our names, on some vagrant road, but as strangers It shall feel profane a misstep in the music of the world, as through time dropped us, shattered us, and left the pieces scattered in the dust I will search your face, for a candle in the dark, but find only windows shuttered- rooms abandoned, a silence deeper than prayer No echo, No call, no thread to gather the torn edges- only the cruel perfection of passing by, eyes brushing like cold wind, Knowing it's forever ...