By the Milky Way:
A fated day
For lovers to be torn apart –
But hand from hand is never heart from heart,
Or so they say;
Yet who can know what long slow years can do?
Will I be more than me, you less than you,
When finally I leap the stream of stars
And meet you in the undiscovered land?
Will your hand know my hand, your heart my heart?
Or will we two be strangers, still apart?
I look across time’s starstream after you.