Wood Saddle Stand Plans

With this Ring
fire the Oath Days of the New,
already burning on our skin
blessed soul that bleeds
gold stars embedded

between breaths of warm hands clasped,

married by the time that was, in pregnant
Today
on Drops of Ocean and clear promises.

This Fire,
soon to be written to the Present,
Witnesses will sign a pact of messages

already,

a silver pendant engraved with letters of Verderio,
will swing to your ankle,
fit along the line of white, fragrant
by the Hours of the Day,

and melody of Angels, and the

of the Archangels. And write

My Name
above your name, Dawn sighed

fertile in fresh
sheltered, protected
shadow of the Garden.

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