Treasury

In the future days
Whimsy and weather weave
Ink she scribbles round my nave
Or is it ice

For if I had to perish twice
I'd let her leave
To get her back

On her front she grins
Closed eyes
To hear a few words accented
Hates it when I do that

Loft and a desk
Lost on a deck
Leering out o'er starboard
And where's the V

One half of X
Both forest-filled mountain
And water-willed valley
Needing each other to b