Endnotes -

Cabbage white

Not chalk hill blue

Never grew wings

And flew

Gods of the land and the sky

Will not cross this

Uneven path I walk alone

Come as you are

Just as it is

Not what you hoped for

But give all you can give

And with good luck

And in good time

When you need a hand

She will be by your side

Adrift on the tides

As a storm

Chases down

The wake behind me

A beat of the sun

Burns through cloud

Gives light to an autumn bloom

That somwhow grew

Sleep under stars

Walk in the woods

Swin in the seas

Make footprints on the sand

Holding her hand

Right to the nd

When the light is low

And the music fads

On the skyline

A lightning blown tree

Weathered and broken

On the water

The driftwood breaks free

On its way

Down the river

To the sea