We'll meet somewhere at the world's end, to walk down the streets that don't bend.
To the distances,
where things don't need to be mend.
We'll walk them down,
with whatever lies ahead to fend.
At the ends where it rains upside down,
where the skies aren't blue but brown.
There,
we'll meet there, where we'll have clouds to drown.
At the ends where the winds don't blow,
where the stars too have ceased to glow,
where the time paces a bit slow.
There,
we'll meet there,
where rivers will stop and we'll start to flow.
At the ends where our voices won't meet,
we'll have our words scribed on the falling sleet.
At the world's end for sure I want to meet,
to revert the time right to our first greet.
Not so as to change it all,
but to have lived once again before the last fall.
