I strode home through the rec
A fine wintry evening, one star alight
And a lonely plane, in the dimmed blue sky.
To the right, the swings, left, the wide grass,
Before, the high-rises, bright on the skyline
And I thought of eternity
Would you like to be doing this forever?
Between the trees, up the cul-de-sac,
Coming home always in the new evening
Coming home to the house, to you, forever,
On and on, through centuries?
And my heart cried yes! , this should be heaven
For there she is, my friend forever,
Yes if it’s coming to where you are
Waiting for me, loving me, in the dear house
Forever and ever – if that is my lot
I would be glad – for how could heaven be better?