We walk at different paces,

You and I, Feeling –

Only the world,

Beneath our feet.

We’ve come to see,

Along gravel paths and dirt,

Wooden walkways –

And well trodden trails,

The bits of each other,

That make our journey –

Unforgettable.

We trek hand in hand,

I slow down,

You speed up,

And we meet somewhere –

In the middle,

On common ground,

Yet unknown to us –

There are always unspoiled places,

We discover together.

Kevin Brown © 18.07.2016