Strangers

a stranger in time, meets the world
through eyes seeking, in the years of a rhyme
a dance that has been spent
seven past seven, a million other
for a reason left unsaid
once, in the day i spoke a truth
in the darkness, before the pain of my youth
in a death, in a cry, a hundred others
i found myself alive
in the days before my sleep
endless, eternal, waiting for the light
to come wake me from this dream
i walked forever, in the weight of the hour
spinning, dreaming, thinking of you
wandering through such fascination
through beginning and of end
in these moments
time stood on its side, and was flipped over again
down the hill it rolled, it raged
the seconds coming unglued
in my head, on its end
just to see your face again
from in the flower, the birth of spring
of reason, in the hour
i saw it all waiting for me
as i came down tumbling all over again
in the seconds, in the world
melting in the warmth of my words
as the sun came out again to greet me
with the memory of how it was
when this dream had just begun to see
life past seven, and the strangers we were destined to be