Therese Gramercy . . . the girl named Trees

Moss Covered Tree

North Star

You are my North Star,
the love light of my dreams,
the only one who can feel
and understand what that is.

You are the light
upon which my love builds,
like the canopy of a tree
it gives shape to my world.

To have your love I will wait,
for in the Northern sky night,
your light is so strong
it leaves all shadows behind.

I will love you tonight in my dreams,
but if I should wake,
your light will soothe me
through the north window pane.