O Come to Me My Love And Let Us Tell


O Come To Me My Love And Let Us Tell

O come to me my love and let us tell

The story of the day we sweetly met

And drove through neat, sweet fields of purple bell

Flowers, all the long miles down the jet

Highways, talking, you and I, like friends,

As though we’d known each other all our lives,

Talking swiftly, as if to make amends

For having missed so many glorious drives

Down the lilac roads in the neat, sweet spring.

We talked as if we’d known each other, dried

Each other’s tears, helped each other bring

In the puppies from the cold. We tried

To hide our love in talk – no use – our beating

Hearts disclosed the wonder of our meeting.

October 1, 1992

Austin, Texas