We have drifted to a place beyond passion
Or sentimentality it is an oasis where
We drink from pools of longing and contentment.
Far away from the arid emotions of an uncaring earth.

Let me gift to you the gardens of fragrant flowers
That proliferate this magical sainted world.
Let me bury my heart beneath the snows.
Awaiting a sunlit springtime
Where it will bloom only for you.

Hold me, my love, let me shield you
from the rains of sorrow.
Take my summer light and find your way
In the icy darkness of winters wrath.

Carve our epitaphs in the stones.
That have survived the ravages of lost eons.
Write of our love of our contentment
and our passions
let our story stay here forever
so  that it will tell us to
others who take this perilous journey
In time immortal that waits for them.