Faith - Hanging Garden

I would return to you

With all I can carry

Remedies, honey and milk

Every little thing

A dim world behind me now

Devoid of all purpose

I reach towards the gentle darkness

Alluring and warm

Time standing still

Filled with flowers of yesteryears

Pristine in their withered guise

As you are in my memories

The stone is still and mute

Standing amidst the tide

With me in silent waiting

For one never to return?

Still, your words are branded

A tether on the shore of my soul

Vivid days gone, they bind me

Break the surface now

This is not the day we part

That day is still in the distance

The beacon’s fire burns tall

Harrowing the gathering darkness