what brings us together...

what is it that brings us together?

like a gentle breeze on a moonlit night
guiding the dance of a feather's flight;
a mindless traveler fancying a tripe.

like the fragrance of a new blossom,
drifting in the feisty spring wind;
a feel-me-close, but touch-me-not dream.

like the dizzying dance of a desert storm,
running endlessly in the waterless sand;
ravishing hungrily all at hand.

for soldiers we are not,
to be commanded to war
in a cause that is not of our own.

it has to be something,
akin to an inscrutable fiend;
and so it is destiny.