Poem # 209 Strangers to the Present-tense…

 

In your thoughts, I am your queen,

In your victories, I am your crown,

In your turmoils, I am your secure zone,

In your dreams, I am your home,

In your darkness, I am your sight,

In your hopes, I am your ray of light,

In your wounds, I am your salve,

In your style, I am your suave,

In your fear, I am your safe-net,

In your peace, I am your content,

In your despair, I am your repentance,

In your smile, I am your happiness,

In your ideas, I am your ruse,

In your creations, I am your muse,

In your travels, I am your station,

In your journey, I am your destination,

In your eyes, I am your vision,

In your ears, I am your voice of reason,

In your loneliness, I am your whole,

In your conscience, I am your soul,

In your grief, I am your call,

In your heart, I am your all,

Yet, in life’s irony of strange events,

“We” remain, strangers to the present-tense…