Across The Water

by Steve Cavin

In summer and in winter,

Over water, sand, and stone,

You and I have fished together,

Now you're ready to go home.


Through tender eyes of childhood,

And years of memories bright,

I see your face, still smiling,

As I held your hand so tight.


I can lean on you no longer,

I alone must find my way.

You have gone across the water,

To a place where I can't stay.


I still see you, in my mirror.

I can hear you, when I speak.

But you've left a hole behind you,

And it seems my heart must break.


From fishing, I learned patience,

And with patience I will wait.

Till my journal takes me thither,

And you meet me at the gate.