You wait, always wait, <br />equally places and states <br />of mind: <br /> <br />mountain-top, your <br />snow solitude call <br />drifts unbearably down <br />to my suburban burden, <br /> <br />and you, <br />o hidden highway <br />every lane leads to <br />should we choose <br />to follow, <br /> <br />you wait, <br />and when I <br />am done forgetting <br /> <br />I will come, <br />I will come again<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thanks-to-the-elders-after-initiation/
