A Day Unfolds

In the morning our paths cross by chance,

by noon all our lives secrets and thoughts reviled,

our intentions both deep and solemn,

we are akin.

As night approaches we seem close and dear,

sharing our bodies as but one,

our passions run wild and deeper then a river wide.

As the stroke of midnight approaches all seems so clear.

Yet when the sun arises our paths do break,

as nothing we shared seemed to take,

two wayward souls in search of a match to make.

For In the morning our lives awake.

nothing in common but another of lives mistakes.

As our paths cross in the morning and life

partakes.

By Foxnix a survivor