One Glance Is All It Takes

Stranger, Stranger, if by chance we meet
While on some uncharted path,
A moment’s glance is all we take
To size each other up,
But what does each of us really know?
Even in conversation, our distance grows.
We play the part, dancers on a stage,
Doing our thing, but nothing is done.
We speak our words,
But our words only hinder
Our hearing what the other has to say,
So strangers we usually part.
Once in a while, something happens.
We bridge the gap, if for an instant,
Our spirits touch, and we are moved,
Each refreshed . . . Fully alive.
I have seen it in your eyes,
When the earthy fires ignite.
A single glance was all it took
To know what words could not say.
In a moment’s eternity,
Intimacy was achieved,
If only in my mind.
No longer a stranger,
Now amorous friend,
By instinctual language bound.
A kindred spirit discovered,
Yet not a single word was said.
Should we meet again,
Let’s not let words get in the way!