Could we be strangers, ships that meet at night,
and see some lights ahead, in storms and rains,
not knowing whom shall pass our way, what freight
is carried. Or we might be sharing trains.
What do we know from where we come, what sight
is yours on normal days? I fear in planes
more of the people next to me than height,
what is it that they carry down inside?
Could we be strangers, as we never met?
Am I to recognise you as you are,
or are you in disguise and should I guess?
It all will be revealed when time is set,
and when we meet, please take me very far,
my stranger, let me make you carry less.