Stanley Park, Vancouver

To share with the familiar
No burdens
To share with the friend
No hurdles

Will you be my Stranger?

Listeners who only talk
Talkers who only babble
Babblers lost in their cacophonous minds
Everything’s a squabble

Will you be my Silence?

Many have come
And taken
Many have drunk
And walked away shaken

Will you be my Future?

To build a bridge
Of precarious expectation
And leave me stranded
On a ledge broken

Will you be my Keeper?

To hear everything
And judge nothing

Don’t be
My Stranger….
Just be Mine
Stranger……

~Aaksha Meghawat