Rendezvous

Long before the dawn breaks With a bird's cry, I'll be hustling on the wind Out where you lie - Hurrying to our rendezvous Under the April sky. I'll step from out the sea again To the shoulder of the land, And pass the dead boy where he lies Prone on the tideless strand, Treading lightly lest I move His fingers in the sand. Do you remember how you stopped After the sudden climb, Sniffing the air as one who comes On a holy thing sublime? I'll meet you where the breeze brought The first sent of thyme. I'll meet you where we yearned that morn. Under the April sky, Waiting on our bellies there For the battle cry. I'll meet you where I left you there Lying all awry. You said, "We will continue the Discussion by and by." . . . . . . . . If I could but remember what We spoke of, you and I!