I am ready. The stream has reached the sea, and once more the great mother holds her son against her breast.

Farewell to you and the youth I have spent with you. It was but yesterday we met in a dream.

If in the twilight of a memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song. And if our hands should meet in another dream we shall build another tower in the sky.

Khalil Gibran