sacred grove of the heart
Do the meadows call thee with their whispering grasses?
Do the mountains beckon from blue mists. . .
ancient creatures in stone calling your thoughts
to wander among them?
For me, it is the Sacred Grove of the Heart
that bids me to its haven.
"I Shelter You," it cries out to me.
"I am the birthing place of Merlins and Sages!
"I am the temple in the Forest of Time.
You arose a flower in the depth of my heart,
now return to me oh, Child of the Green.
Lie upon my body and grace me with the wine of your love,\
aged in the vessel of your soul."