It began earlier for you - <br /> Packing our clothes in light we could not share <br /> We began this journey that spans the globe by half, <br /> Great circles that must eventually cross, <br /> Bringing together two disparate arcs. <br /> <br />This is a journey of faith - <br /> Faith in the validity of friendship <br /> (And the hope of something more) , <br /> Faith in feelings fueled by what we read <br /> In letters where prose stumbles in the dark <br /> And even poetry misses the mark. <br /> <br />(What vision might surprise <br />if your breath should close my eyes, <br />What message would you hear <br />if my lips should brush your ear?) <br /> <br />Was I asleep when you began? <br />It is likely I will sleep again before you, <br />My travels ended (you are so young) - <br />Still I do not envy you your flame. <br />And yet, what joy to wake and find you with me, <br />The warmth of your hand <br />Like a stone thrown in the pond of my being. <br /> <br />Is it an omen that we both began at night <br />And journey toward this bright day of rendezvous <br />From different directions? <br />For now, however, in the darkness of our flight, <br />We are both held aloft by invisible wings <br />(As if we rest in God's outstretched hands) . <br />Let us pray that it is so!<br /><br />Brian Johnston<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rendezvous-with-yuliya/
