The drizzle and the downpour
failed to dampen the warmth of the hearts.
It bridges time and distance,
it stitches the bits and parts.
The serein in fact was an enhancer,
just as music be to a dancer.
The little prayer flags flutter on the mountain wings,
they too are tiny but believed to reach the realms,
where human faith in unison rings.
The woods never sleep,
so did our evening conversation.
It could have stretched more and maybe the whole night long.
Thank you for visiting me again after 2 decades.
Your visit and company were a gift with no fuss.
I dare not call you my friend in fair weather,
you are my best friend forever.
Hasta manana!