Incommunicado

Like ships in the night we meander like passers by
Lights twinkling aboard like fireflies in the sky
We speak not a word, neither "hello" nor "goodbye"
Like strangers on the ocean of life, sailing by
We look straight ahead silently.  Perhaps we're shy ?
Like ships at night we quietly pass each other by
Not wanting to intrude in each other's space, but why ?
Afraid of interaction we don't see eye to eye.

Copyright © 2006 John A. Raynard
March 2, 2006