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.