Wait for me, please, and we will travel far into
the sunset together, we’ll hold all ready worn
out hands, hands soft, but well flowered, torn
with time. Something is special on hand, too,
we’ll see how the moonlight shines in our faces.
Wait for me by the turning of the road, trodden
oft but still smooth, we’ll see the dogs, cats
fight in the yard, over hung by modern flats,
we remember all, from a time not yet forgotten.
We’ll traverse by-ways, often tread other places.
Wait for me by the side of the gate, something
flowers between, but embedded. Come away
with me and we’ll see scenes that merely stay
in the memory, scenes of sentimental bearing,
viewed at the crossroads, viewed at fifty paces.
Wait for me by the door and we’ll sing a song,
loose but joined for good. Nary a soul out this
night, fidelity rises like a pump steam and hiss,
the separation will end, having been for so long
a love affair in full, stocked with all the graces.
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