The promise

Calmly the clouds
open and close
A breeze
bends the reeds

The sun paints
patches of
moving colour
shifting east

From afar
I hear your voice
Not a siren call
but a promise

A promise borne patiently
by the wise old ewe
through winter until
she has her lamb at foot

A promise borne patiently
by me
until I behold you
and the dream comes true