I found myself upon a verdant glade
Beneath the trees in a field of clover,
Three leaves of which Three Persons once had made,
To covet the blessed land thrice over,
There is a desire You cannot despise,
That knows that love is fire, and lust is rust,
And gives birth to the heart's thoughts through the eyes
To quench my soul, knowing I turn to dust.
All the leaves have fallen from the trees,
And frost has graced all of the ivied eaves.
It seems that even desert wastes will freeze,
As heaters breathe throughout these winter eves.
I live in the land of fire and wine,
Where the sun and the moon and the stars still shine
On the salt of the earth and the white sea brine
From the dawn of the day till the dusk of time.
I looked you up on Facebook,
But you could not be found.
No matter where I'd look,
You were not around.