A THOUSAND YEARS
A thousand years from now
No one will know that you and I
Lifted our arms to touch the sky
And clasped an empty vow,—
No one will know,
We loved so long ago!
A thousand years from now
We shall not hear the cry of hope
Linger, remember, echo, grope,
While mornings glow
And evenings come and go!
A thousand years from now
No one will know that we have slept
Breast to each other’s breast and wept,—
No one will know
We loved so long ago!
A thousand years from now
We shall not see love welcome death,
Dreams harden into frosted breath,
Spring burn the apple bough
While mornings glow
And evenings come and go!
THE BROKEN DOOR
This is the place! I know
The broken door, the ragged bed of bloom
Where poppies grow,
Row after row.
This is the place.
A year ago, her footprint
Marked the garden path
With tender hollow.
But now?
Time’s step is slow to follow.