Mary Right

In the end, no rest waits,
For me who longs for peace,
There rises heavy clouds,
and light rain evaporates.

After I am dead, I just might
glance upon your shadow,
Black as night, deep as deep,
Pin-drop in turbulence.

From here to there is eternity,
A million deaths of suns and stars,
A little less than a thousand-fold,
of an ocean of tears and a teaspoon of love.

Where is the path,
that would lead me to you,
My enemy is the light,
My guide is blind.

But when that time comes when time ends,
please be patient -
for I will come,
to glance at the shadow of my memory of you,
and your disappearing footprint on the sand.