Him...

We know each other.

but still he doesnt talk

there is a sense of anxiety in his eyes

the same anxiety

the anxiety of encountering a stranger, when

he awaits the connection

hez bizzare, yet, calm and serene.

so, everyday we are strangers, 

waiting for our moment of introduction...

I fumble, he stumbles,

i blabber, he stammers.

i mumble, he grumbles.

For once there exists a faith

of strange ecclection, 

of superior race.

courage i cant gather

to understand my stray

but i wait

i wait 

to let his stars reign

the world of my constellations,

and yet here we wait

for the moment of our instaurations.