Your face,
eyes and
hands tells me a story undercover
My fingertips so slow and gently touch your landscape want to discover
Map ripped apart but road is still there
Face and reaction tells it all, words not needed

I read the fine lines on your forehead sentence by sentence
An expression of your unanswered questions
Its all there in your face but yet so well hidden
A story made track on skin or a life definition
When words not there to explain and book still unwritten

I read your face, the untold story
The teary eyes showed me the closeness
The smile trying to change subject
The two souls once met without conflict..

The touch so unpredictable, high flying satisfaction
Ways is crossed and continues in different directions
Life always changing whats left is reflections
Meetings without obvious meaning still can be life changing
I put the experience in my backpack and continue the walk
Curious to see what the next door will unlock