We Shall Meet Again

We shall meet again— Not in this fleeting world of form, But beyond the bends of time, Where all roads turn to dust, And silence hums the final rhyme. You wandered left, I drifted right, Chasing echoes through the night. Yet every path, no matter how wide, Leads gently to the other side. If your dusk arrives before mine, Will you wait beneath the pine? But should I reach that hush too soon, Then let the waiting be your tune. And then, you'll see— My gaze was never for your face alone, But for the soul that danced with mine, The quiet ache, the sacred tone. We shall meet, of that I’m sure, Where pride is ash and hearts are pure. No masks, no names, no borrowed grace— Just soul to soul in boundless space. They’ll weep, the ones I leave behind, Some with sorrow, some resigned. Yet I shall smile, through death’s disguise, With hope still burning in my eyes. For love like ours does not decay— It simply slips into the grey. And waits, and waits, until again— Two kindred souls dissolve the pain. So, wait for me or let me wait. Beyond the veil, beyond the gate. No matter where, no matter when— Perhaps, we shall meet again.