The World-Friend

It is long overdue 

That I reach out to you 

For though our lives we’ve led 

The bifurcated path of strangers 

I have watched you from afar 

At times I play the doe, 

Fleet of foot and oft in fear 

Sometimes that part is yours 

And on and on we drift 

For days at sea within our souls 

And I wonder if you too  

Find it funny how through 

This aimless voyage, we  

Bump into one another as if 

To spite the laws of chance. 

At any rate, I’m sure you do 

For I can make you smile 

By doing so myself 

And I’m sure my bad moods 

Have been kindling to yours 

So you see, we are not 

Lost souls within the maelstrom 

Fallen branches once shared roots 

Forked roads have a common source 

Oh, but I won’t bore you 

With philosophical discourse 

I write only to say: 

I find it odd, how familiar 

A stranger can feel 

When there is never 

Any doubt they are friend