by Nick Gisburne
The crossing is as far as we can go
The point at which our journey is complete
Behind us, tracks and turnings in the snow
Disguise forgotten pathways of retreat
The moment we must separate, and start
A bittersweet tomorrow, each alone
Is printed on these tickets of the heart
From here, the destination is unknown
Perhaps we should not rush to leave our seats
Together, let us look upon the view
Before we must discover stranger streets
Remember what we wanted, what we knew
If ever we were pulled to other ends
We promised we would part, in peace, as friends
