Tuesday, August 13, 2013

We Meet

Where do we meet?
On this long winding road,
Or are my eyes playing tricks on me?
No, no, this must be,
The road at the end with the key.

Where do we meet?
There is the key,
Or are my eyes playing tricks on me?
Small and bronze,
This is the key, the only one I can see.

Where do we meet?
I have the key,
Or are my eyes playing tricks on me?
Open the door,
My mind urges, do not turn around and flee.

Where do we meet?
I am at the door.
Or are my eyes playing tricks on me?
I open the door,
And there we meet, for it is he.