Separation
Evergreen, we found our love
entwined at birth in switching shapes,
til at last the promise was met
through lingering embrace . . .
Child of dark and angel light
the roses soft and remnants cast
to reach the dawn, to find us
wading through rolling fields
and keep us evergreen, ever in love.
If we are parted shortly, we burn dimly
in the shadows of chance,
til at last our wicks bend together
in endless clasp
Page 17 (Black Book: Light Heart)
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