Dear Stranger,

You who sit idly amidst the passing trains 
I do not know you but I love you
Here I stand, waiting
At the end of every bridge
I have a handful of cigarettes in my pocket
And a bottle of whisky

I dream to know your dreams
And discover
The story in your eyes
The sound of your laugh
I want to count the tears when you cry
And know the riddle in your bones

Together, my friend,
Beneath the curious stars
We will lie on the grass
And we will stretch open the sky
With all the laughter and tears in the world
To the very last drop
Of life.