All kinds Of people around,
Never meet, never speak, never touch,
Never show their faces or share names,
So many and yet so few do they know.
Strangers are people who think,
Of each other,
Of another lover or chance to start,
You see them, they don't look,
But you think, you know, you need them too.
Where? Who are they? Why are they there?
Sometimes we do not see, only feel or hear,
Image or sound,
Strangers we want are strangers no more.
What do we do?
If we want or think or feel?
About strangers that we need to know,
Closer to come to, to be with.
Are they strangers no more?
Strangers are not odd,
Just people who need, who feel,
Feel each other but never see reality,
Only in dreams or sleep,
Or in showers or massage tables,
If we can enjoy a stranger, we can be ourselves,
Together with the one we wanted, we needed,
Strangers become lovers, friends, partners or more.
I never know strangers,
They are not foreign or unclean,
Just unloved or not needed by others,
Only I seek them as different,
I want them, I feel their needs,
They come to me,
We are strangers no more,
We are ONE!
More Free Online Poetry (David Wilding) Poems
'Rain' - by David Wilding
- RAIN! Do you fear it or embrace it? Do you love it or loathe it? We All need it, We ALL have our need of Rain. Lovers need rain too Bringing people close together by fireplaces and on rugs, Keeping each other warm and snug and watching the Rain. ....
'Together In Union' - by David Wilding
- Alone You and I Apart we are distant Together in Union With you I will ALWAYS succeed And TOGETHER we will TRIUMPH The odds may be against But we will battle And smite the Dragons Like wild horses none shall halt us Or tread down on our path My way is yours ....
'Two Drifting Clouds' - by David Wilding
- You and I Like two drifting clouds we wandered Destined to roam and go endlessly nowhere Forever to be neither here nor there Then one day maybe rain? And it happened By chance we came together and the journey was done Two united and one was born Looks the same ....
'Little' - by David Wilding
- His little feet are just so sweet Those little hands, his fingers too And when he's looking up at you He surely knows that you are YOU! I see him with his favourite toy He's such a lovely little boy! His favourite things are all so small Will he be fat? Will he be tall? ....
'Rebirth' - by David Wilding
- Five years .... To some it is life, Others it is near death, But to me it is a lie, A deceit of my time there. And to you, its creator, When you turned my life Upside, the down fell out And was scattered, The pieces many, far and wide. ....
