The Kiss At the Tor

My soul was on fire, as I entered the wood By the old rusty gate, which silently stood Absorbing history, making no choice Passing no judgement, adding no voice The rough ancient path, veined with roots To test my step, or scuff my boots Unhurriedly followed the line of the brook But this was not the path I took I turned to the right, climbed up through the trees Where bracken and brambles tugged at my knees ‘til I reached the edge of the open moor And strode on up to the lonely tor Where first we kissed on that moonlit night Where you held me close, as I held you tight That was the moment I was truly born My life before you had been tattered and torn You gave me the courage to truly be me You gave me your love unconditionally Yes, my soul was on fire, as you came into view On the edge of the rock, by the magical yew And I knew, as then, you were only her ghost The spirit of the one I have loved the most