I Met You In Stockholm

It started with a handshake, then a hug, and then a smile; We’d never even met before, and still I felt it all the while. I felt the silence breaking and the wall start coming down, and soon I’d trade my aching for a renaissance fair crown. We walked around til midnight in an unfamiliar place, The city streets in Sweden paled each time I saw your face. The turns we took would lead us back eventually, we knew, but I was blind to Stockholm for in Stockholm I met you. The streetlights lit the way for all our midnight wandering, though the night was cold and calm and though each person’s sondering would normally call out to me, for stories there to write, the only thing I cared for then was your face’s shining light. I once thought it was pointless to wish and hope and dream. I thought the stars had shone their last; there were no more, it seemed. I was misled, I know that now, for brighter stars I see. Yet the brightest star is mine, for in Stockholm he met me. Afghanistan, South Africa, Kuwait and Mexico, Romania and Canada, (and many more, you know) I’ve been all over everywhere and done what there’s to do. But none compare to Stockholm, for that’s where I met you.