You will feel my presence again one day
in some timeless, placeless place
Maybe walking your dog through neighboring fields
with the morning sun warming your face,
its rays painting copper in your tresses,
released in the whispering breeze
At first just a trace, then you’ll follow its voice
a soft rush in swaying trees
What do you see in that wistful gaze,
with those honey brown almond eyes
Is it someone’s bright star over the horizon
aglow in the dawn’s blushing sky?
There is always a breathtaking turning point
in the courses of rivers and roads
How curious we are of a mystery unfurling
in the unopened bud of a rose
It’s like dwelling in the hearts of those we meet
as we cross through the arc of time
Spiraling, circling, sinuous paths,
all the while, love traces a line
You’re my Northern Lights that appeared too soon,
or perhaps I arrived too late
But I’ll faithfully accept one more chance
To complete this promise I’ll make…
…That as our journey’s meander
through the remaining paths we take
across the breezy fields of a cinnamon dusk:
if there’s a trace of me left, then I’ll happily wait
– for a time-tested chance at us.
