Abiding Love

[sonofthunder7]

at the end of the day
when the clock hands turns more swiftly than my dreams can fathom
and the shadows lengthen across the green clad hills of your song
would you lend me a hand across the river as i begin the crossing
at least call my name and let me hear the sound of piano softly played
for then i'd turn my eyes to the far shore in anticipation knowing
that soon forever will my feet dance across the well worn pavement
up to the gates that swing wide open at the signal from your hand
and as i look upward for that sight for which i've been longing
forever rests my soul