My Will Be Done
Standing alone
In circle stone,
Enchanted place
Where shadows face
The vaulted height
Of love’s delight.
The scent of thyme,
And ancient rhyme
My voice will sing
Within the ring
As I devote
Behold the mote.
My sister’s ease
Upon the breeze
Sure as the sun
My will be done
And sure as rain
We’ll meet again.
Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2010
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