As I lay on the beach I had a dream about you lying beneath the ocean of the sky. My soul begs for relief as the sky opens up and your tears fall upon me. You smile at me, and I know that what was once undo will be done. Where you simply breaking character or did you mean what you said when you said what you did? Of course, Time has never this kind to us. Time has never been an enemy. Time allowed us to walk down that path that day. The path that started in the dark and before we knew it we were standing at the top of the world. From above I looked at the stars and I saw the beauty in your eyes. When you look back at me you look deep into my eyes and saw nothing, an abscence of anything... in a instant I was transported by time to a place allowed me to be free without worry complaint or illness. Will you there on the otherside for me? Will they be there to meet you? Will time still be your friend, can you escape these bonds and still remember me? remember us? It would arrogant for me to think that Time will remain my friend. Realism dictates Time is nobodies friend more a concept of distance between this moment and the last. Distance from then to now. I seek and so ye find, I visited the river tonight. It is about to crest, and it is Time to wash the heartache and sadness away. A chance meeting with a new friend found an age old story being told. Thanks for your help, through you, I find a peace that is everlasting.