to where I must return.
to where the trees still bark
with horse and hound.
they are by my side
with their litter of leaves.
one hundred and one
with a polkadot stick
to where all but a Sunday retrieves.
yesterday\'s arc
once as stubborn as a butterfly,
now melts my heart
and kisses me asleep as lovers do.
I will live for as long as forever allows.
be strong my love. be strong.
my heart is yours,
but now, I must move on.