Firelight to warm us
winter wind to warn us
and darkness out of doors.


Gently time unfurled us
the snapping birch encouraged us
An owl flew o’er the moors.


Our quiet cabin held us
no single soul beheld us
and distant were the wars.


No sinful sword would find us
nor scrying spell divine us
how loud our rival roars.


For our other’s love does bind us
and life begins inside us
her infant spirit soars.