the sky itself is flame

As the veil of life’s unmaking 

Ravels up its thread, 

At the moment of your waking, 

When all dreams have fled, 

 

Should there come a distant cry, 

Or the echo of a name, 

It is I—my dearest—I! 

Though the sky itself is flame, 

 

Though the hills are oceans breaking 

In that last despair, 

At the moment of your waking— 

I will meet you there. 

 

[Felix Dennis {1947-2014} 'I Will Meet You There', from Love, of a Kind]