5) The Journey

cliffs black with passion,
lips dry with expectations
while the oar dips the water
in time to these meditations

a ring of laughter,
the silence broken,
i find you on the cliff
arms raised in my direction

the eagle in your eye
soars through the smoke
of your wisdom and serenity,
beckons me to your side
but on the current i drift and float
along the course of another destiny

i watch until you fade
into the shadows of infinity,
then return to the oar
and the direction that the fates
have deemed to be my journey

a pilgrimage to the far side of truth
where perhaps just short of eternity
i will find another such as you
before all turns to sleep and ebony