faraway land love poem

I will meet you in the wilderness.
I will join you as you walk into the dancing river,
your skin pale and rough as a birch’s bark,
your legs as long and straight as its trunk.

I am coming; wait for me.
Let the cool water refresh me also,
though I have not your grace, your way of moving
as smooth as shadow, as quiet as light.

We lie in the sweet-scented meadow,
in the golden green,
until the benevolent sun dries us,
until the heat of the day fades.

And in the long light of summer evening
we learn each other by touch, and taste, and smell,
that even in the darkest night
we will know each other by heart.