Not Until Then

Sit with me
beneath forever skies
in the shadow of the mountain
that stands alone and wise.

Allow our eyes to wander
across the vastness of the plains 
to play illusion’s waltz upon the wind
and sing it back again.

And reach
for you can surely touch the sky
and brush the snow upon the peak
where whispers thrown into the wind can fly.

Lift the clouds that cloak the summit;
wrap their downy softness like a shawl
around our souls to keep them warm
then breathe a sigh that will replace them all. 

And when the mountain melts,
and rivers flow like thunder rolling round the bend
to wash away the sands of promised time,
then and only then will our love end.





march 2005
Janet Reid



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