Kindred

A face shines

Through the mist,

A haze of 

Second-rate failure

And good intentions.

I find its purity puzzling,

Startling with its smile

And calm demeanor.

A kindred spirit, it seems,

Floating above the

Club rock power

And expensive clothing.

Unique eyes

Lock with my own,

As if they know me.

My heart sings a name.