The Edge's Mill Inn

I came to rest At the Edge's Mill Inn But that old smell missed I just smelled again. The longing quenched My surprise of you Then I knew The old smell here Was that old smell there In your home at Spring Ridge Farm And the longing kept Coming in waves. So, I went up to my bed In the Joseph Baugh room Filled with seafaring things And a theme of sailor dreams Where I arose at three And stole the silken rose Red from those In Gail's make-as-they-stay librarae. Then swiftly like an old salt Raising the main sail I drove To Spring Ridge Farm In the night Where you slept Inside with that old smell That I could not smell And left that rose not living Trapped in your front door And drove back To the Edge's Mill Inn To that old smell missed I just smelled again.