Was I merely a stranger on your roads,
a lonely traveler passing through your land?
Or a nostalgic kid you deeply touched,
a soul you knew a way no other can?
We met in dreams.
We met in dreams which we –together-- had.
Yet when I fell
you gently pulled me up,
and when afraid
you tightly held my hand.
I come to you, today, one final time
I come to you, although I know you've gone
I come to you to say my last good-bye,
and, finally, fulfill a plan we made
I've also come to tell you that I know
I know you never lied, as may appear
You singled me with truth that no one knew
A secret truth, which we, alone, will share
I was a cherished horseman on your roads
Always a welcome traveler to your land
I am a soul you very deeply touched
I think you knew me like no other can
--
Ehab Lotayef
ehab@iname.com
Montreal, November 2001