Our Kind

It came like chariots of fire

A voice, breaking through

As a triumphant reunion

Speaking excitedly through a meteor shower

And all the happenings of creation

A ray, fell

We turned the wheel of fire

Loosing the waters

Raising the wind

Casting bolts

Our call

Rides the wave

Like two refugees I saw you on the road

The wonder of finding a lost soul in it all

Is yours, the you, I’ve been searching for

The twist

Is a line in bent time

The changing sign

An is not mind

Nothing is mine

A point, is always….

Fine

Bows now

Good to meet you….

Tilts head

Sir….

Are you kind?