Reunion

The mountains are so green again,
You must have been long gone
The feeling hasn’t sunk in yet,
Or I’d have sure lost my mind.
The bed, the house, the front door rug,
Are growing moss and hay,
I’m waiting for the sunshine right,
I’m waiting to this day.
The flowers they brought in crisp black silk,
I threw out in great haste,
None had red or blue or violet,
Matched nothing of your taste.
So here I string my words for you,
Know you will indulge me,
I’ll put them round your neck, these lines,
Soon as I know you I’ll see.