| The Gift Who hath yet the spirits kept? Two lassie's who, in innocence met Though sisters anon, hath me to adore If all were as she, I would ask for three more Still, none hath proven These senses adept As the days we laughed And nights, we wept Some bonded balance Enlightened by tears, And so unfettered By age or by years An artificial groove Methought before The stars, the moon And Picses shore For whence, falling from grace Should do me some scare, She swims to Saturn And thence, doth repair Old wounds and tyrants And the comically lame, And I, for she Shall so the same... Hence, a promise was made That the spirits had kept The Elves were dancing, The fairies slept. I heard them once Beyond the wind The wise one chanted, Airing a grin; "A gift to the goat-girl, We shall send!" They told me your name, And it was friend. For MSG 1996 |