Only fate will speak louder
than hatred and grief,
and only time will discover
our footprints.

How far we have wandered
and sunken so deep
into the blankness beyond.

We have taken for granted
the road at our feet,
the wind and the shade of the trees.
That truth in the distance
we never quite saw
our own obligation to seek.

And alone on evenings
much like this one,
we lie far apart
in our sleep.

So close to our pillows,
so distant to some
who may only exist in our dreams.