I'm going on a journey and
can't tell my return, but
the dangers won't
warrant
your painful concern
With sounds swirling slowly in
an inaudible tone
you will hear all these words
and you will not be alone:
Through worn, dirty
distance, to this
cavernous heart
I will see, feel and hear
you; new stories
will start
We'll come through the
miles
with our soles each worn
thin, and despite weary
limbs, beam mischievous
grins
We will touch weathered
fingers
palms wide, tip
to tip, and with my face
to yours, hold our unbreakable
grip
A warm simple
glance
and firm certain hug
will be braided in memory and
folded in time
creased and unpacked through
glasses of wine
Over tables and
pavement
in laughter we'll share
our unspoken stories, still
crisp
in the air
Tomorrow will come
and today is soon gone, but
your spirit, dear friend
is my unbroken
dawn
