Thread of tenderness
Seen in stance, in the minds eye
Truth, do I know thee as a guard of bless
The waiting of eternity to come and sigh

Patience's we have seen
Proof of a vow in the call
Of destiny to a shoulder we mean
Is no place for birds of harping's and fall

But pluck they do
Whistling at the break of day
Naked attempt's at the collection of who
Is to be a name, without the cloth to say