Walk with Me O Winged Mother

Warm drops of petrichor Stream from the trees To the forest floor Try to find me In the morning mist Neath the canopy Where once we kissed Where I am held by evergreens Silently With their oaken eaves I am where The scent hangs in the air Where I drank the dew And met your stare Where you can sleep amongst the leaves Peacefully Dream of simple things I should have followed you O, the warm, warm forest floor... Where I'll dream no more I felt the outstretched arms of Death Reaching 'tward my heaving chest But in the Orchard I was kept Safe within that thorny crest Though through the mist the Reaper crept Row by row, 'til none were left There I slept amongst (the leaves) Held silently by evergreens With giant, arching, oaken eaves I slept and dreamt of simple things, so trifling Of wishes whispered silently Of when I saw her through the trees O dreams are real until we wake Beneath this curtain's heavy weight The chains of sleep I cannot (shake) Skies may thunder, Erthe may quake But never could they from me take Her tender spirit, the one for whom I ache