High upon the red’ning hill
where I wait so mute and still
I dream of you in orange dress
ready to, in joy, confess
eternity and three weeks more
your love for me will endure

Far below the dark’ning pond
where dreams all dream of well beyond
I see your shadow pass me by
and wonder if love is a lie
or if you’ll pause upon that shore
and prove the soft of love’s sweet roar

On the road where words seem hard
I drive through desert then on toward
the green place where lovers screamed
the little deaths of the unredeemed.
Perhaps you’ll come knapsack in hand
we’ll walk until we understand

That love is not another dawn
It’s what is left when all have gone