Until the mountains wash away,
until the sun has lost her rays,
until tomorrow turns today,
may I remember you.

Until the waves become the rain,
until the hurt is long lost pain,
until December’s gone again,
may I remember you.

Until there’s hope material,
until there’s purpose for this soul,
’til seeming nothing is truly all,
may I remember you.

Until the heartbeat beats in time
with a ballad’s soothing rhyme,
until I feel love’s hand in mine,
may I remember you.

© Blake Leitch May 30, 2017