Someday (1977)

Someday (11-4-1977)

she stood so softly in the cold morning light.
How could she know that the winter wasn't long.
The summer almost there, and she was unaware.
She was the morning, and the starlight.
Days ran into nights in my eyes.
No longer left alone I felt I'd just go along and grow with her.
Now we're getting old, but not tired.
Tried but unaffected my the pain.
Unvanquished, inside only her name and mine.
she stood so silently in the warm spring rain.

Jere (1977)