a hill of popples will be our home someday, someday when the music of the carousel stops and the birds begin to sing we will grow old together among the dying trees counting our days in the stars covered with the dew of morning, we will be young lovers searching discovering one another in each kiss where have you been my love, I will say, what path have you taken since we began forty years ago

together we will step lightly onto the landscape of our past
carefully
reclaiming the lessons each season of life had to offer
so we may merge into the smooth bark and shivering leaves
of the forest
and feel the wind sway within our bones

then our laughter will fill the blue of the sky
as we
become one with the arms that hold us so tight
yet, cannot hold on forever

someday, deep within the tangled roots I will bury you
you,
the one I have just come to know
within the quiet of our lives,
alone, you will go home
beneath the cool black earth on the hill of popples