Dearest witch, soul sister of mine,
Thank you…
The light was fading
And what was I to do alone
With this impossible craving of the heart?
But you knelt there,
Gently placing your hands in mine.
They were heavy with rings
And I found their weight comforting.
A low fire started to hum in the hearth.
I didn’t look into your eyes, not yet…
Your sleeves of velvet and lace
Filled the parlor with the smells of moss and frost.
I know how fast you came across the moorland
And I am so grateful for the coolness of your hands.
You see right through me
And simply, kicking the skeletons away,
Open the treasure chest.