Hearts to hold
In a cabin old on a cold dark night an elder sits by a candle light
on the tabletop a parchment lay and an old mind casts back ... to a long ago day
Two are seated side by side on a winters night near a bright fireside
speaking low through the night they bide
They spoke of things of large of small
spoke of things, of no import at all
one began withs querys soft and low
answer me my friend yes or no
If your heart doth break would you come to me?
If mine were in want .. could you let them be?
If thirst you felt would you drink from my well?
If gold was the need would your goods you'd sell?
From the fireside came this return
as the two in the night watched the firewood burn
Most beloved this I say to thee
listen well.. to my words take heed
If all I had was food for one
share I would with your daughter and son
And if I found myself without hope I know that you would share with me your cloak
I know if fire I had none...to your hearth I would willingly come
You and I know this is true as rain
through good or ill true friends we remain
What is mine is yours till the end of time
Heed what I say and with these words bind
Hearts first one now forever are two
love gladly accepted ... given not due
So on a winters night so dark and cold under candlelight sits a friend grown old
an elder now no hand to hold and the quill still shakes her tale all told
Now she smiles at last and is no longer cold
hurrying now a Sisters hand to hold and so ends my tale of friendship true
a story known by very few
a tale of a night so long long ago
of kith and kin ... and hearts to hold
Solace Arcanna 2012
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
Hearts to hold
In a cabin old on a cold dark night an elder sits by a candle light
on the tabletop a parchment lay and an old mind casts back ... to a long ago day
Two are seated side by side on a winters night near a bright fireside
speaking low through the night they bide
They spoke of things of large of small
spoke of things, of no import at all
one began withs querys soft and low
answer me my friend yes or no
If your heart doth break would you come to me?
If mine were in want .. could you let them be?
If thirst you felt would you drink from my well?
If gold was the need would your goods you'd sell?
From the fireside came this return
as the two in the night watched the firewood burn
Most beloved this I say to thee
listen well.. to my words take heed
If all I had was food for one
share I would with your daughter and son
And if I found myself without hope I know that you would share with me your cloak
I know if fire I had none...to your hearth I would willingly come
You and I know this is true as rain
through good or ill true friends we remain
What is mine is yours till the end of time
Heed what I say and with these words bind
Hearts first one now forever are two
love gladly accepted ... given not due
So on a winters night so dark and cold under candlelight sits a friend grown old
an elder now no hand to hold and the quill still shakes her tale all told
Now she smiles at last and is no longer cold
hurrying now a Sisters hand to hold and so ends my tale of friendship true
a story known by very few
a tale of a night so long long ago
of kith and kin ... and hearts to hold
Solace Arcanna 2012
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