Locked In Arms Again

There are summits of endurance to climb And mountains of fear to scale. I’ll meet you over the hill After we have conquered or killed Everything that would restrain our dreams. We’ll have a sacred meal at dawn And offer our prayers For the souls of defeated friends. I’ll drink clear water at sunrise to your health, And receive guidance from spirits of the dead, They see and realize my love for you. Dear Lady, take libations of wine and rest for your soul In flower gardens where ancient deities Wait to remerge in the hour of a new earth Until we’re locked in arms again.