Beloveds and Strangers

If we share the same color

in this worldly rainbow

swirling about in our

little fishbowl

precisely like those

two lost souls,

we will meet

as it's meant to be.

When we do,

certainly, we would

spend many an hour,

just talking;

midnights with owls

and mornings with souls,

we'll share

our stories of old!

But if our colors don't cross; different hues, different waves, 

Wouldn't we still sit together, on a park bench or ground,

and savor those nodes of silence?

-Uththara-

Artwork: https://sophiaspockets.com/2013/10/04/mosaic/