For all the good people I meet here....

I will most probably never see you,
Never truly know your joy or your pain,
Your light, your darkness,
Your dreams, your fears.

We are different—
In mind, in body, in desire,
In place and belief.
You may believe in God,
I may believe in none.

You carry a broken heart,
You carry a blossoming love.
You may be a seer,
One who has risen above all…

Still—
We would be just fine.

You are the kind of people
I’d gladly share a beach fire with.
Toast a drink,
Laugh with,
As the waves lash the shore,
The wind howls,
And the night whispers.

Beneath the blinking stars,
We’d shed our cloaks of life,
And just be—
You and me.

Share a bit of fun,
A touch of love,
And shed a few tears—
Without shame.

Yes,
We’ll be an alright bunch.