For Jan..

An unfamiliar thread
held by true words, but
strange as it sounds - comforts me

I would believe, naively:
atoms meet though miles,
souls do speak, but silence keeps..

Infinite reality.
Reflections distilled:
poured out, brimming, reminding

When reasons are lost, I pine.
Though night has not come,
I am profusely clumsy..

As the last words ring still, twice;
I shut my eyes and
strange as it seems, you are here.

*Saw this on someone's blog.. Thought it was sweet..