Blessings on the little ones
who sit up on ... the fence
cakes and scones spiders sticks and stones
are weak and just like a sparrow
are a golden arrow
whose lane is narrowed
as it flies through sorrow
flies through joy
over all the girls and the boys
to the sea.
And should I beware?
your knights and your mares?
oh your golden flax hair
brings you straight to me
from the center of the sea
that's where I long to be
with you.
But can we try to lose some of her ties
that slips between the sea and the sky
til over the hills I ride
sunset by my side
til I come undone
into you.
and there he lies
torn from my side
as the tides
washes all I know
the life of you
but the space has grown stronger
our love is no longer
amidst strangers we wander to find our new homes.