Hold me in my days last light.
When the sunlight fades, the shadows grown long
and the candle found within needs care.

Look to me in the dusk filled halls.
When the cold of night has closed in fast,
and she holds us tightly within her grasp;
to only hear each others breath.

Feel my touch in vaulted halls,
where warmth is found in hearts held calls.
Swimming in our garden of passions ways
and knowing of places in which only we share.

Hold my hand as Autumn comes,
her gentle smile as tears may run.
Many stories long writen on paper’s aged brittle, now gone.
When the final stokes of my quill on our parchment
have come.

Be with me when our winter dawns.
As the snows first come in the foxes yawns.
When twilight walks our courts, our halls and
our next step is a question posed.
When we, as both or other or one, may rest and be
and gracefully move on. When time is gone and means no more
then gently our eyes for this love may close….

And open upon the next.