Two Vagabond Lovers

A wayward soul weary from wandering chanced on the same road as I. With nary a word and barely a glance sat next to me with a sigh. “Where ya been and where ya from?” was the wanderer’s quiet query. “Travelin’ ‘round thru countless towns” said I so worn and weary. “What winding road or river wide has brought you here today?” “This path I’m on has been quite long, how long it’s hard to say.” Two silent sojourners sat a while waiting as day was done. Searching for some forgotten love in the fire of the setting sun. “My heart is cold but my hands are warm, shall we leave this lonely land?' Depart these dark and vagabond hearts, bound together hand in hand?” Our silence broken her eyes sought same, ‘twas the answer I hoped I’d find. “Did heaven match us or was it fate?” “Keep your hands ‘cause your heart is mine!” ~ Michael Edward Clearman