A poem a day into the millennium
28 October 1999
 

TO DAVID


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
They 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.

- Daisy Sidewinder
 

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