Where Quiet Waters Fall

I’ll meet you in a thousand years,
where quiet waters fall;
others will come, one by one,
and we shall count them all.

I’ll hold your hand, and you’ll hold mine,
until the end of time;
we’ll walk the fields where flowers bloom,
inhale their scent sublime.

I’ll smile at you a million times,
and then a million more;
you’ll smile back the way you do,
and open wide your door.

One soul laid bare to another,
I will say, “Here I Am”;
no more walls will there ever be,
for you knocked down my dam.

I’ll meet you time, and time again,
I’ll never let you down;
our hands entwined, we’ll stroll the fields,
I’ll don a floral crown.

There will be no moon to guide me,
just starlight in your eyes;
no games to play, or tests to pass,
your love’s my best surprise.

And when it comes that I must leave,
read this last note that I do scrawl;
come meet me in a thousand years,
where quiet waters fall.

 © Leslie C Dobson

If you liked this poem, you can find additional ones on the poetry page of Leslie’s website.