Bondage

Like strangers we met in a strange land,
A world apart, drenched in moonlight the same
Of promises and perspectives, yours and mine
Meeting at fingertips and mirrored windows
Hoping for a beginning of days to come
And perhaps the promise of years under stars
Stars that twinkle and hold testimony to time
That burn bright and appear so warm,
Despite the cold, crisp distance;
Like the distance between strangers
Or friends that never smile.