two strangers walking in the distance
one sees what the other cant hear
the other hears what the other cannot see
they walk with their heads high
for they are the meek
and they dont ask why
led by blind faith and mute noises
through melancholy winds
that blow them through the world
like paper in a wind storm
with lonliness trailing behind them
entangling anything in its web
wandering through the hills
of whatever was to come
looking for the truth in all
as a child searches a box of cereal
for the prize
who knows..
perhaps they would find God
on their way
10/07/99
aek
