Heather

Purple heather of the moors

The sight of you, so dear, so sweet

Beckoning the crux of my soul,

Enrapturing all senses when we meet.

Lovely heather so divine

Scattered 'cross vast hillsides,

Haunting my days and nights,

Like an encroaching riptide.

You and I, we beat as one

Despite what lies betwixt us,

Steadfast and ever true you grow,

To cover and invoke so much.

And when this life shall vacate me

I’ll gift you heart, mind, and soul

To wander over your flower strewn hills,

Knowing there, I will be made whole.