The Now, the Long Ago
In the dream time of the swarming snow
We're on the couch, just chatting, you and I,
Here in the now, there in the long ago.
The world outside is singular and slow,
As if the winter taught all things to sigh
In the dream time of the swarming snow.
I'll make our supper, then we'll watch a show,
And then you'll choose some stories, by and by,
Here in the now, there in the long ago.
So many things that you don't need to know
About the years, the years that simplify
In the dream time of the swarming snow.
This won't go on forever, child, although
I've never had the words to tell you why
Here in the now, there in the long ago,
Won't be for always, little love, and so
We'll take this all as blessing, you and I,
In the dream time of the swarming snow,
Here in the now, there in the long ago.
by Michael Dennis Browne