Random Again

We are born stripped,

our bright bodies shining.

Screaming and radiant

our hearts ripe and pining.

Who will know

our truest heart?

Whom will we follow

from whom depart?

Pulling, loving

and always aching

Trying, crying

but giving, taking.

We've met this

and that, times before

Always unrecognized

but yearning for more.

T.S.Snowden