above the arboreal palace
below the bright moonlight
sparkling sea to kiss the stones
you beckoned me

"come, come; I've a want to show you,"

out the pockets of your palm
a little life beyond my path
a star cradled so
Akna's gilded glory

"can I keep it?"

am I ill to deny such? I am in love
with your hands I am in love
with the legacy you carve

"It is yours too."

from spoiled bones
no course for blood
and that poisoned oak

"I -"
stop.

six summers spent watching apples bloom
idle in love while you tendered our garden
stilled in love as you salted the earth

surrender your laughter to the ether!
years eternally sweet
I'd be ill to deny