Amorey

A bespectacled hobbit lassie came to me in my temporary quarters in Bramblebury. Hurried she was, stormed in and then, in afterthought knocked on the door. "Come, hurry!", she panted. The urgency in her voice told me there was no time to answer further questions and I dropped everything and ran out after her. Avornbelt, my faithful pony, was still saddled and I mounted. I picked up the running lass and let her ride with me. Avornbelt knew the destination, and galloped without much guidance from me. I felt two hands pinching my sides, holding as tight as they could.

The Beacon of Love

The bright light, the Bramblebury beacon,
the pilot light that guides me home each night,
that light of love, it's foggy now, not so bright
It's just the fog I tell myself, surely it has not faded.
I look for signs that tell me more, have fear to run aground.