regret observed

(inspired by the grief of a dear friend)

watery silver
gleaming in the desert
like a dream
running through perilous landscape
alien to touch and taste
departing graceful arabesque
like a glass darkly
soon face to face
our hands touching
that series of conversations
swept away like the grains of captured sand
functioning in forced purpose
i see it now as a short passage into never
something so powerful and majestic
sister of silence
we knew it was over
somehow we knew
this conversation
this walk
the fork in the road
misunderstanding
a betrayal never spoken
but realized
grieved
eulogized
and returned
unopened letter discarded
yet still it glistens
every morning across the horizon
God bless the roads that seperate us
keep us
amen