A simple kindness…

A simple kindness…
I will never understand its full context…
Even if I gaze and gaze…
I’ll never be able to follow its waves as they disappear into the sea…

Like the fiber in a garment…
The thread becomes a river…
Into the waning wonder…
And keeping our bodies warm.

Without kindness, I may never have met you…
It, making the air between us fully charged…
Such a friendship may never have been offered to me again…
You may have been someone here for a moment and then gone.

Being kind is such a delicate concept…
When I am kind, kindness becomes me…
Its magic always puts me in good spirits…
Making me feel that I will never grow old and die.

Oh, those shiny tears in your eyes…
As you look into kindness’ many charms…
Realizing that the less fortunate are not some new breed…
They are you and me.

I love you,

Annie