Cup and Ring

My rings made in a circle
were carved in summer warm
slowly gowing in the rock
while our child took form

so when you leave the heather
or go beyond the sea
the carvings carry memories
of how you came to me

We spent the summer in the hills
through calm and rain and gales
and as we lay together
we dreamed a thousand tales

You left me in the winter
slain by raiders from the sea
but my rings of stone remember
that short summer we were free