Trio

I walk so close with thou I go up the mountain ~
struck by sunlight every word from your mouth ~

one great devotion on higher elevation ~
in the atmosphere of heaven with my dearly beloved salutation ~

Winter words left on warm inside me like a pot of milk most pleasy ~
then I remember your ways are easy ~

your ways are easy, eat without money ~
your ways are easy, bees make the honey ~
your ways are easy, seeds on the open ~
your ways are easy, ocean to ocean ~

And I will love them to the very end ~
as a mansion with many rooms to attend~

and should there be a lantern lit up on the doorway ~
I shall be wanting to stay, be wanting to stay, sufficient to stay ~

~ §tacy §weeney