When we meet We shall touch the stars The little children will laugh at us And to each we shall teach love And we’ll float on the soft summer breeze I’ll carve our initials in the clouds And in a fleeting moment That which not tangible shall succumb And our love will become inimitable We’ll explore the silver sum And search for the silver man And will mix the colors on the palette And paint the world Then we’ll say our good-byes And no regrets will there be Only happy memories we share And our initials in the clouds
Category: Poetry