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The Travelers
A visitor came a while
ago who had traveled
a long and winding route
for as many years as I.
Like two branches off a wide river that
join again at the sea,
our journeys through different
lands carried the same waters
as our mother stream.
Just as reunited
siblings discover each other’s similarities,
we knew about one another
the moment we met.
Our lives, our loves, our joys --
different yet of the same
fiber, texture, and strength.
We knew then that our
attachment was sure and firm.
We tentatively touched, questioned,
tested &ldots;
as all friends do, seeking
to assure common ground
before ascending to the
next level of friendship.
So instant was our
liking that in the time
it can take acquaintances
to become friends,
we became lovers bound in
friendship.
A friendship of caring,
individual needs
shaded and enhanced by an
overriding
sense of fulfillment in
instantly knowing
the right course to take in our
continuing
journey together.
Now we move on as
streams conjoined
in a deep valley through
the mountains,
our waters swift, strong, and
clear.
Our new destination is farther away yet
more real,
calling us to a sea of living
dreams.
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