When I look out, into the frame
Back into the frame to the past
And forward, out of the frame into the future
I see many colours, shapes
And I hear the sounds
But mostly, what I see is you
You and your smile
And a yellow and orange moasic
Of all that is to come
From all that has been
This night we meet, briefly, and only to go in different directions
You come to make yourself feel better
And so do I
But also, I come to know however briefly what dreams may have come
I can't stay
But I am here
You can't stay, but you will
What may come in the after life I will know sooner then you
I will not take you with me, fore I will take no one with me
But you will keep me alive in your memory
Until you too follow
This is the natural course of things
And yet it is so mug faster then you would hope
Weakness
Not in death, but in the ability to continue on
Tonight we have both come to feel more human
Tonight you will go your way, and I will go mine
Like so many travellers
At a crossroads
---
George Dyke
