An aged trembling hand
Reaches for someone not seen
From a different dimension
A path not yet traveled
Yet each faltering breath
Brings them closer
To the pain free shores
Where the woes of this world
Are swapped for eternity
While those two hands try to meet.
How many times
Must we deny
Just what they see
How do we know
Their reality
While the flesh slowly creeps
Toward that immortal shore
And the moment when
Our greatest gift
Can be the words
Go in peace
Take that hand
And be with the one
You see
When the two hands meet.

8-29-03
Laura R