ERIC OF THE HAMLET PINE

From a grove of conifers,
a lion’s heart pranced bright!

Like an intricate, yet heavy
gold treasure chest,
filled with glimmering gems
in every color,
including sunshine.

He grew to be my one true king,
my eternal warrior.

The shield of his royal chariot
was etched with but one,
ravishing red rose,
and smelled like
a field of beauty.

Eric of the Hamlet Pine,
honorable, fierce, and oh, so divine!

Your wondrous whorls of sacred sap,
surround and embrace me
in a golden, spiral wrap;

infinitely widening,
into forever.

~ for my beloved Sahar Eric Jamie