Wednesday, June 17, 2009

i pine

all wondering aside
i love her
she's a little pagan princess, barefoot in a forest glade
whispering secret spells to lark and robin
bid them stay and charm her with their songs

her care for me is a depth beyond knowing
knowing always how much
and what kind
embraced, i know only nirvana
as the hours pass too soon

our secrets our treasures
kept always in hearts so filled
a sacred trust forever held inviolate
fire undying
we're warmed by its glow