A Meeting At the Airport
Tornado swirl of colors
Whisking, whirling, swishing by
Sounds, sounds, speaking, calling
Paging, arriving, departing to sky
Dread of funeral destinations
Fear of business meetings forced
Anticipation of new places
Dreams of new life, planned and coursed.
Then appearance of a stranger
Seeking a stranger who is friend
Meets the eyes of the camera's picture
Tornado feelings spin like wind
Arms are holding, bodies are twirling
Lips are one in wordless greet
Two souls in stratospheric wonder
When their dreams embodied meet.
Copyright © Jane Wainwright | Year Posted 2009
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