grant me this
endearment
more than smoke
when nights grow cold
as ages come an end
to winter howls

give me strength
an unseen will –
to ride the darkest hour –
would ever there be times
without you here

wished me well
of thoughts to dwell
and ripples
ink shall marry –
conformed was never made
as verse to rhyme

sorrow works
her merry way –
as stillness
fills the forest
nightbirds spread the dawn
along the way

carry me
as breath beyond –
without a name to limit
skies the shade of roses
mid July

speak my name
as silent sighs
calm the winds of autumn
seek me now
alive in every thing

morning waits
with stubborn will
to cheat the night of wonder
magic stirs
beside the path –
begs the candle burn