Farewell Song

let me
for somewhere
i should stroll
bid thee farewell.
you, eternal wonder
that enthralls
my soul,
will always toll
like a muezzin’s serene call yonder.
who can really reckon
the lines
on the palm?
but i must believe
in voices that compel
that at the end of the tunnel, a day will come
when I know: this farewell fares us well.
the ominous hands of Time and Distance
(that once taught us to paint desire)
shall make us yearn at each other's absence
yet they'll see how immortal we are.
our moments together have tuned a song,
a sacred one for each of us to sing alone.
--sukasah syahdan

the Colonnade from Phantom Canyon (top)
riversheen above Hance Rapids (middle)
winter view from Lipan Point (below)