Pinky Promise

My life has been the poem I would have writ, but I could not both live and utter it. - Thoreau

i'll meet you tonight

where a blue moon's light kisses the river

where trees hold hands with the sky

where mortality weeps for all the lost tomorrows

and seasons count their joys while casting regrets with sorrows

please come my dear; i pray you will

where the stillness is restless and uneasy

and the sweet songs of our hearts hold each other and sway aquiver

your picture standing forever on my soul's window sill

over eternity and atop one tree hill

oh my love, i promise i'll be there

cross my aching heart, blood oath, pinky promise and hand on bible swear 

Author's Note

“If we will be quiet and ready enough, we shall find compensation in every disappointment.” - Thoreau