Magpies Poem by Barry Van Asten

When willows touch, we're there
Like dreary phantoms incomplete;
Our hearts and our tomorrows, softened
To the death embers that we consumate!

And these the holy fires, these our hearts;
These, the elements of love's decay...
And all that we embraced in trust
Were ordeals in truth that passed away;

Away into that slow realm of sleep!

Dance and give joy O boundless light
For the spirit of love has folded away
All that we assumed was wrong - was right!