When deer paw the earth, you come near,
Though moon be your home, not right here,
Thoughts of you take me down a road
Nowhere dear, just farther I rode
Into saturnine Grey frost tears.
Winterfelleth and our season
Fell out of Junes warm reason,
And we became fallow, mere friends,
Or another reason to send
Love into mourning for treason.
copyright 8/2008
Lovely.. I liked it specially when u said —- No where dear .
Thank you, glad you liked this one, it’s one of my favorites too.