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