Who flies from land to land
Where seas collide,
Where trouble lifts its hand
And heroes hide?

Whose absence lends our hearts
An anxious fear,
No knowing if she'll yet
Speak with us here?

Whose voice, then, in the Spring
When sings the dove,
At last rejoins our ring
To speak of love?

Dark eyes that see more pain
Than such eyes should
Welcome as cooling rain
On drought dried wood.

She comes, now put aside
That face of woe,
For friendship, we abide
And do not go.

Friends all we gather where
Stories unfold,
To share the joy and bear
An ache not told.

Come in, come in, you're here!
Turn on the light
And share the cup of cheer
With us tonight!

-- Cortland (To DarkEyes) 6/20/2000