Day 172: To, Casablanca

I love the idea of meeting and talking to strangers, though I probably wouldn't be the first person to start, but if you start I assure you I will give you company as needed. The idea of learning something new, whether it is a new language, a new story, a new culture, whether they are stories they might never share with anyone else or where they are stories you share with them. I made new friends in Morocco over such strange encounters and this piece is dedicated To, Casablanca,a city attached to more than just movies and plays, more than just fictions and tall tales. Strangers of the night are about drawing between what remains fiction and what takes flight into reality, here's To, Casablanca.

To, Casablanca

Strangers on the road, we travel as we may

We are never held too long, we are no where to stay

We are checked in for just a while in your memories

And check out as time flies by & we let our thoughts 

                                                                      run free

To, Casablanca with the words that I write

About every time we won or we had simply lost a fight

We are the etchings on the sands and on your beach

There is so much to learn, if you are willing to teach

On the long shores and beaches I cannot see

I will write letters to you, and then tell tales as it maybe

To the walks and drives, I simply cannot take,

To fantasies and stories, we get to build in our head

We are temporary escapes, from the world where we stay

To the places we build in conversations, that change anyways

Strangers still, we will write stories that are yet to be

In places that I have yet to travel, where I am still awake at 3

To, Casablanca tonight, I will write to you if you read

I will write to the many worlds we live in, and to words if you need