My Heart, my love, you make it soar
Above the rolling Ocean’s waves,
Up high above the mist of strong cedar trees,
& over crags of mountains steep.

Please don’t let go, my love, you see
For I’m too high to land my feet.
Instead send an eagle with strong mighty wings,
So that it may hold my heart and not let go
All through the darkest night and roaring winds,
To keep me safe from my Heart’s aching sorrow.

Robyn Petra

December 2012