The first time I saw you, you said, “Your heart carried you away.”
The last time I saw you; in his mercy thou art blessed.

The first time I saw you my heart carried me away.
The second time I saw you, you said, “In this green and lovely place we will stay.”
Years drifted by like a lazy ocean swell, white and blue in the light of the sun.
Sometimes, in the cool of the evening we sat out on the back porch and said not a word as we watched the sun go down in a glorious haze of red-gold light.
And sometimes when autumn shortened the days we sat out on the porch drinking hot tea in shifting moonlit shadows.
The last time I saw you in all that hushed dappled shade. The last time I saw you in that quiet sacred place, you lodged in my breast like a ghost I will carry until I draw my last breath.
The first time I saw you, you said, “Your heart carried you away.”
The last time I saw you; in his mercy thou art blessed.