“Hello, how are you? I’m Emily.”
“Emily, it’s Bill. I’m so glad to be with you.”
That said we go for a walk.
Wind our way through the town, we
were born here, married, raised children.
Strolling past the cemetery holding our parents,
Emily comments on the lovely statue of St. Michael.

The larks in the morning,
praising the sun,
telling the world
the day has begun.

The heady smell of
the forest grove -
of trees, of moss,
sweet scents of old.

A bitter wind from the
north, so cold,
stirring up the
Sea of Gold.

Drifts of leaves,
piled deep underfoot,
the cry of the owl;
two-it, two-oo.

The huge lazy sun,
hangs low in the sky.
Coloured red and promising
the morrow to be dry.

A drop of soul and dust did brew
The fruit of love was true
The delicate vessel I became
I carried alone our passion's flame

The breath of a dear one I did hold
I watched the magic unfold
That precious gift of unity
Of nature held then within me

Love-seeds under the starry sky
We sowed together...you and I
So why did you do this, tell me, why?
Why did you let our love tree die?

.....

What we crafted now asks of you
What do I say, what do I do?

If I were to have any choice,
ere the end beckons,
I'd opt for you as my nurse
and
as you come closer
and
clasp my hands,
the warmth shall flow between you and me
then surely death which eludes
will surely pass by.
even though with kith and kin of my own,
With you I shan't feel alone
the current seeps through my spine
and I erect as before .