inspired by tam lin

women in the foliage
fresh monastery winds
lay by the lonesome lake
feel the changing of the world
she is a bonnie girl

wonderful map, your face
twirl the coveted joy
learn to love it and always
give love a whirl
she is a bonnie girl

goddess, your spots on your glass face
a galaxy to peer from a crystal ball
her laugh a lunging wave
and her glistening hair a twirl
for shes a bonnie girl

I worked out late
sewing out the thread
of our love, her stare
could be cold as lead and frost
on the pathway and dead as wicker
\thicket trees
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I saw her in a glass cage
the monastery demolished
the winds still blow
I had to let her go
for roses grow amidst thorns
as liquor often does thaw
the sparkling mood
of love

ye she was a bonnie girl
but in the mirror, I see the shimmer
of air no more
and breath incased
its scent not of the wood
but of human joy across the world
to live
yet be she a women
may you love the bonnie girl
and fall into it, willing
to give