Millennia End

© Charles E. Corry 1964, 1999

When the millennium ends,

I turn, run softly to your side.

The years a carpet on which we lay

With no disturbance between us.

The reasons for our separation

Forgotten in your touch.

And your tears wash away

The sorrows of yesteryear.

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