City

Rain soaks the windows
Distorts the flood of umbrellas
In the fog, they know nothing of us,
Lights glowing in the water
Pooling on the roadside
Settling with the dirt of the city

I'm lost in your profile
Warm silhouette against the cold mist,
We are two wanderers 
Searching for our voices, in a quiet corner
Among the noise of other souls,
To God be the glory I found you,

Our hearts flutter like wings
In fear of the unknown
Through the hammer of needle and thread,
And the throbbing in our heads
We are plowing away our misunderstandings
Connecting to another world

And against the backdrop
Of a people in suffering and sadness,
Eyes meet, dark and watery
Like those puddles of this city,
Windows of hope and misery
Too close to be separated.


-A.K.-