Getting on

All goes to old age in your face, a distillery today, my love has  drunk in grace spirit deep

Aged face in wood, in bark eyes, words behind trees, unspoken, come to my bed, if peeled away

In night thought, a heart about you, turn over, and think about you aged with me

What source, why come we here, heart drunk with you alone, love old when it’s young?

But not been between, come away into the trees g, the trees of old, distilled in my room,

With love hearts carved into their souls and wood, and sit in night, holding hearts,

Rocking, and be ourselves, just that, nothing more, sshhh, no need to say a word

then we’d

Disappear wood-aged, into the aeons, where we did hand in hand, when dryads young