Till Then... Poem by Rey Sanidad

When sparrows build, and the leaves break forth,
My old sorrow wakes and cries,
For I know there is dawn in the far, far north,
And a scarlet sun that rise

Like a scarlet fleece the snow-field spreads,
And the icy founts run free,
And the bergs begin to bow their heads,
And plunge, and sail in the sea.

O my lost love, and my own, own love,
And my love that loved me so!
Is there never a chink in the world above
Where they listen for words from below?

No, I spoke once, and I grieved with a broken heart,
I remember all that I said,
And now you will never hear nor read me no more
Till the sea gives up her dead.

Though we shall never meet to show each other's cares,
Towards the sunrise, where angels meet,
You were never sad, for your love did not avail,
And the end I could never know.

How could I tell, I should love you today,
When never a day I could hold you?
How could I know I should love you while you are far away
When I did not love you while you are near?

We shall never walk through the golden plain
With the faded bents over spread,
We shall never hold each others hands walking in the rain
While the dark clouds hover above our heads.

We shall never part for we never met in the wind and the rain,
Where my last farewell was said;
But perhaps I shall meet you and know you again
When the sea gives up her dead.