Gold and of plane leaves, our kisses are printed
A page in my deep hollow's highest shelf's book
For a lightning to strike, streak, line and reflect
As a silver hair racing, lacing dear sweater
Glints in the cold sun, our heads close together.
Light, reach down years from the brown nest holding us,
To the crash and crush wave breaking first day together
When breathless lungs washed in wish for a secret,
Overflowing and glowing out every green seam,
And deep veins desired for long furrow future
Shoots and roots deepen, to build out the burrow,
Add rooms to the palace and welcome you in,
For the days we will spend seeing each every corner,
Filling the margins in volumes we hold.