A Poem From A Friend

I found this in an old email.

Thanks Shannon.

"you don't know where you're going,
 well, neither do i,
 there's a time for completion
 and a time to cry,
 and at the brink of depletion of our electronic lives
 there's a way to smile and draw tears from dry...
 no matter the land that i stand on a sigh
 from my grasp of nothing,
 to your hopeful eyes,
 i'll look back and keep ringing the doorbell of our past lives
 and wait for his bark, or your steps, or the sky"