In The arbour under bough
A silence fell, quite still.
The breeze was cooling gently
Our blazing want of will
A Robin followed swift of wing
Dancing light before our feet,
While all around her Sisters sing
Great Hymns of Nature, Incomplete
Words seemed to float away from us
While painted in that place,
For all the reverence spoke of love
Not one could frame your face
And often times I’m taken there
When from my mind you’ve flown,
To save myself from dark despair
For there, I feel I’m home.