No Turning Point Poem by Gert Strydom

Up ahead I see
the sky and sea
on the horizon
becoming one.

The blue into blue
fading into each other
and you and I
are looking
from the window
of a airplane
as if we can fly.

Roads turn, twist
and cross
and run in all directions
and nowhere
I can find
a turning point
that brings us
back to each other.

The warm touch,
the breath on my cheek,
the magic of eye
dissolving into eye
are broken with tears.

After this flight
our travels will go on
into different directions
and from my life
you will be gone.