To Love The Lost

A fragile creature with such strength,
your life once shattered healed again.

And walk you did, with me anon
and holding hands you laughed again.

So soft and gentle were your fingers,
holding lightly, holding fast.

The cool warmth of your skin on mine,
the calmness that your eyes beset.

I freely give all heart to you
and clasp your soul forever.

For you it is, that owned mine tongue
and forgiving...

vowed my spirit to your own.

Seasons End

Their jagged little tips sit, jutting centurions

Broken, shattered, golden pride still defiant

A ruddy loam ally supports their endeavor

Waging war with a frosty autumn sky

The harvest is over.