The many that I always wanted
To fill the place in my heart that was haunted
A love just as any, as my gauntlet
Nectar poured from half empty cups

Where the winds wept, the willows whistled
I pricked my finger upon each thistle
Thorns aplenty upon every stem
Whilst the rose was me

Summer, Fall into Winter
Circle closes, an end to begin with
An upwards spiral, sacred labyrinth
Spread the Earth to Source