A meeting
Not of hands but of minds
Not of ground but of finds
A sharing
Not of words but of rhyme
Not of space but of time
A crossing
Not of lands but of arts
Not of skies but of hearts
A soaring
Not of birds but of souls
Not of parts but of wholes
A clashing
Not of swords but of scars
Not of wills but of stars
A shedding
Not of ties but of tears
Not of hopes but of fears
A haunting
Not of ghosts but of threats
Not of truth but of regrets
A changing
Not of stories but of seasons
Not of desires but of reasons
A parting
Not of ways but of means
Not of seas but of scenes
A meeting
Not of beginnings but of ends
Not of strangers but of friends
— Wayne Visser