Between the year, the seas, the fears,
we meet between the glass,
a silent pause in traffic,
a silent pausing glance,
a face half a world away
staring in my eyes,
much the same as it appears
on the other side.
Between us - different cultures.
Around us - different friends.
And the road between our windows
leads to different ends.
A silent moment in broad day,
Two people throughout time,
Two people staring through the glass,
Two people eye to eye.