For jens

Dark words brought forth these thoughts, demanded voice,
But memories shared and others yet to come
Renounced that darkness, struck the whispers dumb
Whilst friendship called, through solemn hour; rejoice!

A brevity of cloud, a wayward sun,
Each fickle moon and temporary night,
We dream and, here, upon our dreams take flight
Until, once more, the brightening day's begun.

Where we, each crossroad passed in certainty
That, wheel resumed, our paths converge again
And each horizon turns but to display
Some measure of tomorrow's bright refrain:

New roads and alleys wait, to stumble through
Uncharted maps, our journeys to renew.