When my race is run with living,
And, the door beyond I step through,
In the next life I will be, I promise,
I will wait for you.
When the silence of twilight
Casts a shadow of violet blue,
In the dusk between night and day
I will wait for you.
When the path is now trod by one
Where once hand-in-hand walked two,
Stop beside memorys bend,
I will wait for you.
When you feel the sweet kiss
Of a morning crystal drop of dew,
In the touch of dawn’s gentle breeze,
I will wait for you.
When your heart fills with sadness
And, you feel that life is through,
In the comfort of our love, I promise,
I will wait for you.
Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour
Donald Harbour Poetry 