Taronis ’00

The wishes of an older man, alone now as he is

Not diminished with time, loneliness is no friend

The dreams he keeps, the mind is rich

With memories of a day

When he was young and with his bonny

On the green hills of his land

Running free with her by his side

Through the valleys and o’er the rise

To look on what may have been

To see the work so sweet

That feeling has never left him

That warmth of a woman’s breath

The love he felt as a young man

Has somehow shown again

In familiar face and deep reaching gaze

She has somehow rebuilt this ruin

And the lilacs bloom again

The fragrance of springtime now

Fills the air around

Though not the same, but always constant

A girl in full womanhood

Her breath against his cheek

She takes his hand, this mortal sprite

And makes all a cure

Now loneliness has been displaced

By her nearness and faith

She has somehow returned to him

This one lost and battered man

He took her hand, and she gave him life

For months now the flower has opened

Once again, in the fair-haired light

He plots his life with her in mind

He sets his pace on the strength she gives him

Looking upon her face

She showed again that force that holds his world

And for this he thanks the Lord

For she is in his day, and he is whole again

Though not the same as the girl he held

Long ago in the glade

She fills the form he remembers well

And fits the space time and fate has vacated

Though still the same, fire, and will, and grace

A wiser and blossomed woman is she

He knows now she is his and he hers

‘til death’s cold and awesome grasp

Separates these mortals from this earth