We shall have
cried together
In the unending nights
of conjuring.
When we shall have dug out
impatience of childhood,
parables of teenage,
A wheeze of youth.
We shall have yet forgotten not
the foibles of time
Lost into enduring shadows.
We shall have journeyed
And yet journeyed
into eternity somehow.
We shall be eternal as drafts.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin