This Side of Armageddon

One day soon, the clocks will stop
but we shall go on, regardless.
Forging new beginnings and
sharing restless dreams.

I walk by the river often,
where nobody goes alone
and whisper your name to the wind.
For I have to share
what makes my heart glad.

I shall be there by evening
breathless, just in time
to catch the golden fire
of the sun going down
for the very last time
and hear the distant owl
in the neighbouring trees.

So all is well…

Sing me a song
and I will hold your gaze
and your hand to my face.
We’ll share some fine wine
and good verse.

Then,
I will lie in your arms
and kiss you into
The Rapture

~ © Alison Stormwolf ~