Three on a match

Sometimes in rain

when fog appeared

you'd find me

standing outside your door.

Three times past while

a night developed

our longing to be

was confused in each other.

For seeing you there

at this place where I am

made you a haven

for this wandering stranger.

The third time through

the pain appeared,

as an unexpected knight

rode for the kill.

One must look

to really see,

for it's in that truth

you know someone.

As this autumn occurs

my spring memory of you

will hold me warm

past the snow of winter.

Darkness is the place

where the drifting is,

the light of harbours

remaining in disguise.

At our end

is a new beginning

as two souls

move at life.

As roads cross

and time melts,

things move on

and everything has a purpose.