East To West

Like a ship bound over the seas lapping waves. Or an eagles flight over a mountain top shaves the snow while passing by with wings. Where babbling brooks run over they well up and all is calm ashore. Somewhere one day we will meet in the far distance. A stance, a moment we will gaze into tranquility with familiar embrace. Where no more sorrow will have gain, then we will hold hands and be at peace like a chain that has bonded you and I. Joy will break forth on a new tomorrow. So parting be with no loss we toss the loop of faith. About two flames of beginning and ending. From East to West someday to meet again, between east and west. A Place where casting lots will not cause us pain. The bridge to you and me is over the east, west, and made of love which is forever eternal.