sapling bud

Between the evergreen boughs
brought here from kings
of the fae
are wisps from the breath
of an angel 

where the angel did lay

silent
between the layers of sod
waiting 

for one moment to kiss
the dew
on her ripened lips

sweet child
born from the crust
on the edges of time itself

she 

sits with willow
bracken hence 

tastes the rain
that heaven sent

only for her delight 

wraps her gentle arms
around thy neck
 ride out
upon the glade
 touched by the sunlit
spray

golden streams
beget love

grow the sapling bud
 

for tomorrow
comes
to honour
the beauty of thy face
 

welay beneath
the tender leaves
 cradling the darkness hence
 in memory of 

thy innocence