​There I’ll Wait

Meet me where the dog stands guard,
a vigil for his friend.
Six feet beneath his weary paws,
until the world shall end.

Meet me in that place of stone,
where green and grey collide,
we push away the monochrome,
and barking smites the quiet.

Meet me where those howls sound,
the wail of he who’s left behind,
he will soon slumber forevermore.
Where sun rays shine less bright.

In that place, I feel at home.
There, I pet the hound.
I feel his pain, wait next to him.
Until we share the ground.

Hear him wail in the dark.
Cry during the day.
If ever I find such a friend,
on his grave I stay.

Till I myself am laid to rest,
It is hard to explain.
If you want, just meet me there.
Then you might understand.
You might understand.