Take me to the wood
Where the black blooms grow;
Petals tipped red,
Flowering in the snow.
Take me o’er the rivers,
Flowing old as time;
Cross the bridges
That once passed mine.
Take me to the trees
That still stand as tall
As a raven’s flight,
As lover’s call.
Take me to the wood
Where my love still waits,
Standing alone,
Standing in the shade.
Take me to the spot
Where the black blooms are,
Petal drip blood
From my lovers heart.
Take me to the wood
Where he set toward home,
Strong from the battle,
Weak from the fight.
Take me to the place
Where doe he met,
Sword shining red,
Hating eyes bright.
Take me to the trees
That watched their blades
Flash in the light,
Dance in the shade.
Take me ‘cross the streams
Take me ‘cross the streams
That drank my love’s life
When he fell defeated
By his opponents knife.
Take me to the stone
That he lay faint upon,
Dreaming it my bosom
As shadows crept on.
Take me to the trees
Who gently with their roots
Slowly embraced him
Among their roots.
Take me, grandchild mine,
Life has left my legs.
Take me to where
My waiting love lies.
Take me, dear grandchild,
Climb the path you know.
Carry me to him,
Death is never slow.
Take me, grandchild love,
I’ll then vow you my goodbye.
May you know every love,
And ne’er tears to cry.
Take me to the wood
Where the black blooms grow;
Petals tipped red,
Flowering in the snow.
A.P.
