Plaited tongues, criss-crossed in humility
say soft words, with invisible thorns
sometimes harsh, others witty
a clowned face, tears mimed into sojourns.
And we still smile and cry, and smile again
to last for once, then pretend for ever
a parted memory, or sealed lips against the rain
the envious curse of a silent river.
as it flows past, my land to yours
I wish for you, succulent roads
that transcend beyond fences and bars
and you rise above all forks.
Against the tendered humility
transgressing into your life, like mine
as we become strangers again in dignity
Believe! Believe! we shall meet, soon in time.