One Small Token
I wait like a phantom
For the early morn to break
Then hear the first dew drop
As it creates its gentle wake.
I listen with quiet earnest
To the sound my heart does make
Then watch as a cloud forms
Into a fair image above the lake.
Within the mist that gathers then,
Her vision my soul will always take...
A voice which seeks to make amends
Sends my knees to ever quake...
In a whisper that says, "It is you that I seek..."
My heart hears and my spirit becomes meek
"For you shall inherit the earth, from here ever after...
Through the songs that birds sing
And the stars...in their laughter."
Now...take care of ye
Oh my dearest of friends
Until that sweet time
Where we meet once again
And know that our hearts and
Our hands are extended
Till all the seas dry and
The suns' time has ended.