The Promise

The Promise

It was late in cold December,
a freezing snow was coming down
as we traveled lonely highways
in that barren southern town.
I remember.

Icycles dripping off the roof tops
frosted snowy white,
smokey curls from warming fires
in the chimneys had to fight
the firey escape.

I didn't know our destination
was a place so far away.
I would have begged them,
"let's not leave her"
on that cold, wintry day.

I'm so sorry. Please don't worry,
I remember what I said.
You won't be lonely or abandoned
in that arbor but, instead,
I am returning.

Soon my spirit will be soaring
over Shenandoah I will fly.
I will swoop down joyfully, reach for you.
Please, please don't you cry.
We will rise.

On joyous day of sweet reunion,
I will take you in my arms
And we will fly to yonder mountains,
where we both were born.
We'll be home then.

We will float o'er peaceful valleys
between the mountains high,
and remember happiness so long ago,
the lovely by and by.
We'll rejoice then.

I've not forgotten.