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.