I will meet you down the hill
past the old bridge
Where the Jasmine is in full bloom
at the end of the ridge
Let’s run together to our sandy bottom
creek bank
Climb on our rock, feet in the water together sink
Lay back and look up At the cornflower blue sky
Neither of us speaks; we only hear each others sighs
The air is crisp, and the smell of Jasmine
floats by
We listen to the sounds as we watch
birds circle high
Hours pass by while we talk some nonsense
Just like we do on days, we meet by our fence
Life is a series of simple interactions
Happy memories made no silly reactions
I will meet you tomorrow same place as usual
We’ll sit together take notes so we can recall
The times we used to run to meet each other
Never thinking past any days or years further
I will meet you down the hill past the old bridge
I will look for you standing by the Jasmine on the ridge
