Thankful

I

Am thank

Full for the

Breeze that draws the

Clouds home from distant

Seas to wash the

Land clean of

Doubt and

We

Sit on

Top of fire

Burning high to

Heaven a great light

That would call on

Us the sign

Of All

Of

Distant

Yearning still

Beckoned life some

Ancient simple time

When we lived as

One beacon

Of true

Love.