Daffodils

The blue moon hangs above

It still lingers in my aching lungs

When my feet can't take me any further

I find myself standing by your side

 

And the fire still walks with me

You know I will always bring a pair of chairs

You can always

Remind me when

It drifts into the whirl in depth

Like bowed flowers by the water

I'll be there, swaying at our pace

A gold charm in the ash

Still dims in the fading light

At crossroads, the hermit met the beast

I find myself standing by your side

And the fire still walks with me

You know I'll always bring the pair of chairs

It calls me when

I need to find a shore to rest

Like bowed flowers by the water

I'll be there, swaying at our pace