Even if you thought, you never did a jot worthy of note
Your electro-magnetic wavelengths have radiated
While a compass needle pointed north,
Through the fog, shrouding the coastline
Echoing a very mammalian and forlorn siren
Flagging wayward vessels off the craggy inlets
The way a sedan flows the jet stream of a semi-rig
On a zero visibility hairpin turn
There's no moral for thee, dear heart
Just to know we are only
Travelers in this stream of time
Racing towards one another
Our hands outstretched for seconds/minutes/years
Hopeful to hook a kindred soul & share a small portion
Of our incredible earthly journey
You weave a most lovely piece Philip, one that speaks in volumes, so sharing =)
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