Both of you are so far from home,
following the glow of pulsing streetlights,
swaying in the never-ending dance of fellow travelers.
Was it there, in the city of your greatest hope,
that you found each other?
Or did it start long ago,
in the dreams of your childhood,
the one on the tip of your tongues-
if only you could remember?
But then again,
under golden lamplight-stars,
where your eyes speak secrets you have never known,
none of it matters;
there is no when or where or how,
Fingertips touch, whisper to each other,
and in the skyline of the city where you fell in love
the lion calls you home.