Notch me in a nook
With a good book
And look away
I recall rivers red running
Bloodless and bold
Pulsing and told
I remember maple trees
And tin-sap-buckets
Trunk bound
Nothing is something
We forgot
Waking through a kiss
Of midnight bliss
No past did I miss
Write me still
In your next story
Glory can wait
Play was our first prayer
Of midnight bliss
No past did I miss