I’ll meet you when the war ends,

Of body and mind.

Either we meet at peacetime,

At a roadside cafe sipping tea,

Or I take you with me,

For a rare dalliance with The Supreme Being.


I’ll meet you when this fool’s errand stops:

Of me chasing a better me,

Of a better me chasing love,

Of love chasing peace,

Of peace chasing the thrill of agony.


I'll meet you when the waves die.

When a mangrove I can't be eroded off shore,

Or I embrace, forever, the deep sea,

Anchorless, not rudderless,

We meet at the ocean floor.


I’ll meet you then, you see,

Until then I'm not as me as I can be.

I'll meet you again, my love,

Until then, adieu.