A certain slant of light
(in the evening)
said to me softly:
” A stranger was here
...looking for you.”
“She spoke your name
as one who had loved you.”
I thanked the light
and hurried on until I came upon
a certain kind of birdsong
(I was unfamiliar with) .
Delightedly it told me:
“ A stranger was here
...asking of you.”
She spoke your name
as one who had loved you.”
Thanking the twittering
I hurried along.
A sunrise and a sunset
also spoke of this stranger
who spoke with goodness
in her heart
and always asked for me,
Many times our paths
crossed...
...or we just missed each
other.
“ A stranger...just gone...
your name...full of love.”
Finally I found the stranger
or the stranger found me.
(What does it matter) ?
The stranger was no stranger.
She greeted me with a kiss.
I kissed her kiss
and embraced her embrace.
“Is it time yet? ”
I asked her.
“Not yet...”
she smiled and whispered
“...not yet.”
“So, to what do I owe
this visit.”
“I just wanted to see
if you...remembered me? ”
I grinned: “How could I forget...”
We kissed goodbye.
I waved.
She waved.
I said goodbye to
my Death.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hi-there-stranger/
