The journey has been great, for what is worth,
When I reminiscence all the fun and laughter,
It shall remain dear until my death,
And if time is frivolous, a little after.
I wonder where I tread astray,
How long an unwelcome guest I did overstay.
I wished only happiness with all my heart,
Little did I know, the ways it would contort.
A ten thousand years and more ago,
All was one – one giant heap – the earth,
Gently, yet plainly it began to outgrow,
To live asunder, distanced by brine thenceforth.
Maybe time will build a bridge, or a miracle found,
Or the hope that we’ll meet – a turn around,
And if not, we have left behind a worthy trail,
And thereby hangs a tale.