For Many Years Onward Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Where do those eyes fall
That will one day fall on me?
Where does the head lay that
Will in time lie beside mine?
Where do the lips breathe which
Will tomorrow press again my neck
To say my name sweetly
Like the first evidence of Spring?

Not in this misplaced season,
Where the stamp of pain lays justified
Upon my heart,
In these cold evenings where my body
Numbs in loneliness,
So that I cry out in feeble words
Like some ancient wounded thing
In the sorrowful hollows of its everlasting cave—

Come to me now through the
Swirling limbo of these timeless mountains.
Like a golden fairytale part these dispassionate
Curtains of the darkest loneliness,
And lay the direction of your soul upon me
Awakening me with a kiss conducted by your eyes.
With warm hands enfolding,
Show me the evidence of God,
And after all this time I will come alive again
And fuse with you in the brightest burning
So that after we are gone,
Like some stars now above,
Our passion will leave its glow as evidence
For many years onward