Woodland Ride - Ginkgo Garden
That time you took that thing so dear,
That time you stole and took flight
Was the time I knew you must be near,
Else how could I stave off the blight.
That thing you so sublimely stole,
That thing of glass and fire,
Is starkly yours, ember and coal,
A beacon for you to admire.
That thing you hold in hands so fine,
That thing which ebbs of life,
Is your fortune and gilded sign
your pleasure its purpose, sown-field scythe.
My heart you must hold close for me,
My fire for you beats gently.
16 April 2012, Moira G Gallaga©