Home Page Works                                                                  

What Will Come
© 2000, Roy Stucky

I heard the news without surprise,
Though a void was opened in my soul.
I brushed the water from my eyes
Knowing your sad heart at last was whole.

How can it be the years have run
Like a river flowing in the night?
The current's carried all we've done
Deep as ocean dreams of mystic rites.

A few long talks, a few short walks
Made a friendship no years could erase.
But now it's time, but now we'll find
What will come when I can't see your face.

Times had turned 'round but a twilight's returned
      when we'd just started tasting its dawn.
Distance is darkness when vision can't cross
      from my home to the places you've gone.

Don't get me wrong.

Opening door opportunities come but so rarely
      you must take the chance,
Leaving behind what's familiar to follow
      the call to your place in the dance.
Time to advance.

A few long talks, a few short walks
Coined a friendship no years could debase.
But now it's time, but now we'll find
What will come when I can't see your face.

A page once written down will turn,
Stories grow until they reach the end.
I hope the lessons we have learned
Taught a meaning only found in friends.

 


True friendship transcends shared interests and activities, and thus can survive a change of venue.