Beyond the hill
That’s shaded still
By oak trees
And daffodils
By stone statues
Of a strange stature
Where children
Mature to dust
We will meet
As we must

Beyond the bay
Past yesterday’s
Rising waves
Foaming froth
And your neighborhood
Parking lot
We will meet as we
Always did

Beyond the night
Past the dawn
Where secrets
Still belong
We will die
As we always do
Some for others
But me for you