Until, I've Gone Completely Out Of My Mind Poem by Mark Heathcote

Until you know where I'm, standing
Until you know where I'm, waiting
Until you know where I'm, waving from
Until these shadows take your hand
Come search for me, in the hinterland.
I'll be beneath your feet like mossy quicksand
Amid the tall pines the back of beyond
The purple woodland the stagnant pond
A remoter area you'll not fall upon
I'll wait for you forever but don't be too long
For you, I'll wait forever. I've no sense of time
I am vying for us to lie together entwined
Until, I've gone completely out of my mind.