Lightheart

Many questions have I parried lost love despairing hopes so daring burdens I've carried mistakes so blaring long though tarried A flower born from seed through thorn snow-flake adorn trees misty morn memory inform past markers torn flame of candle warm depths which warn Years have grown child to man enthrone patch quilt sewn knife sharp hone white as bone field of stone cold wind blown there alone Scent of pines cone frost's mistletoe soul overflow between nature's show slow I stroll through snow long ago nothing I owe west I row