i will find you in the valley
lying among daffodils covered in sun
beside the twilit sand of the sea.
when you happen on the mountaintop
i'll be waiting beneath the moon
between the ridges of a cleft.
should the morning breeze be brisk
you'll find me standing in the summer wind
where yesterday passed and tomorrow began.
within the ember of a flame
and the drop which makes the rain
i'll be there.