Wait for me
 under a tree in Wales.
 I’ll find you
 when we’re both free
 to dance in the fields
 where Mad Welsh poets
 once wandered, thinking.
 Where minstrels sang
 of courage and love.

 Wait for me.
 We won’t be young and carefree.
 No, we’ll be
 sanded by time
 Lines for laughter past and future
 Nicotine stains, chipped teeth
 voices raspy
 The way we were
 When we loved most and best
 When we wished we’d met sooner
 Or had more time.
 When we knew that all the others
 were just friends or lovers.

 Wait for me
 Under a tree.
 Dance me into eternity
 With you.