A Thousand Miles

My love sleeps a thousand miles away from me tonight,
And though a thousand stars and a thousand muses
Vie for my affection,
I sing this song for her and her alone.
A thousand days may pass before it reaches her ears,
A thousand storms she may need to weather,
A thousand moons may wax and wane,
A thousand treasures carried away by flood
Before these words--like an olive branch carried by a dove--
Come to remind her that she is my love
And will be, forever.