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, till 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