Serenity

Fern and moss and lichens green,
Gilded in a sun bright beam,
Fairy gold and emeralds gleam,
Along the wooded way.

Twilight under brilliant blue,
Mortal cares in here are few,
Only one, I would that you,
Were with me here this day.

Out upon the hilltop clear,
High above brake, mead, and mere,
Strange horizons did appear,
And shimmer distantly.

Places past, and roads ahead,
Hidden ways, and paths untread,
Wondrous vistas glimpsed with dread,
If only you could see.

Later, fire flickers red,
Beside the hearth there’s drink and bread,
Soon I will be off to bed,
Where tranquil dreams are near.

Softly shadows gather round,
Still I dwell on what I found,
Happiness with sorrow bound,
And wish that you were here.