A Vast Eternity, with You

for Kristie
 
if I could take you to the hall of Valhalla
where it sits on the endless ice
awaiting Ragnarok I would
 
and in that shambling hall we could
observe a fleet of dogs
come running at your whim
 
yapping round your spotless ankles
pulling at your skirts
and hoping to be held
 
the beer would flow
the talk would rise and fall
in endless waves
 
of sharp and hearty glee
and all the gods would sing as you
and I settle on a window seat