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, 'til 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