Another fork – and destiny, breaks our clasping hands.

(The path that we are journeying on, once more been split in two)

One stands on the desert floor, while one on ocean sands.

(But reflecting on the stars at night, affords a similar view.)

I know your scars, you’ve seen mine too.  We’ve shared our history.

(Reflect no more on what once was, but what His will will be.)