Wait for me poem by Dandelion de la Rue


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.


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