She held the patient eye of the poet

gazing into an impossible future 

across oceans and over invisible peaks.


There would never be enough time 

for the dream to come to fruition

as she glanced into the glass he held.


They walked from the medieval city 

to the den where all was warm where 

brothers nurtured an eternal friendship.


She raced to hopes not to be fulfilled

smiling in the pain gifted by a dying shell

signing lines in blood and gentle kisses.


How many times must this tale be told

is this the fate he too will encounter

on his knees as he seeks his answers?


Shall he too go on the eternal journey 

when she smiles, her arms wide open 

a little too late to the wishes of a friend?


Artwork by: Charles DeMuth