When the time comes
That time inevitable
When souls take their destined journey to the stars,
You will be with me.
Not the young ones
Whose slender tethers swinging free
Send them into orbits of their own,
And not the ones who came before us
On whose life ladder we climbed
To proclaim ourselves.
No, when the time comes
It will be you and I.
The same magnet that drew us close
The same compass that led us on
The same power that held us then
Holds us now.
We will move out into the vastness
The coolness, the darkness,
Two children, holding hands.
Copyright © 1994 by D.N. Sutton