Here you are at last,
your words scrawled across the page,
my long lost friend.
For so long you seemed so unreachable,
at a height I just couldn’t comprehend.
These theories and thoughts of yours, seemingly without end.
I had to see you from further down the road
Where my imagination could unfold
and my imagination could explode.
Yet here we are, at different points in time.
But if time is simultaneous, my friend,
Does that not mean you are mine?
Could it be you are next to me,
by some stretch of our universe?
Maybe that’s why you feel so close.
Oh what I’d give to ask you such questions
What might be your thoughts and intentions?
But alas, my old friend, here you are with me on every page!
With every question you raise
You propel this journey through an age
What you’ve instilled, always will pursue.
These questions leadeth on,
from a man whose imagination flew!