Sometimes when you least expect it to happen it happens
There in your isolation someone else sees and hears
Maybe just a passing stranger who smiles sweetly
Or the kindred spirit you had stopped seeking
Wanders into your life and opens up theirs for a moment
It may be a touch or a word or a look
A fleeting moment or the beginning of eternity
There are no guarantees of anything beyond
But for the moment you are noticed
And your life, for a time, is not the same
It is saturated by the richness the other brings to it
And we know a part of that sweet communion
Our souls were created to know
And our hearts restlessly long for.
Neil White, 2014
Sign of the Rose 