A letter

[whimsicalobservant]

 Fore five and twenty winters now

And I'd feared I'd been too late

Buried you neath my cloak of snow

And bid you there to stay and wait

But spring has come and from the ground

A sprout has reached towards the light

And even though you spoke no sound

A glimpse of you has left the night

Now the circle, once torn through

Mind, by no fault of your own

Can mend itself, begin anew

And make you reap what it has sown

Distant daughter, you know the land

The sky, the roads, from south to north

The in-betweens of ash and sand

And deepest of all, me, the fourth

Thus go and search one single place

That which you've hidden is the key

That which sees, you can't erase

And kept you long from being free

The first in deepest slumber rouse

The next where hill nor sky remain

The third where, too, the moon is doused

The fourth deep in midst of my domain

Be guided by these secrets thine

Leave your lungs and have no fear

And go where I keep the treasures mine

I will be there, my daughter dear

For you, I know that which you seek

Kept it safe within my chest

Come to me and I shall speak

You deserve to know the rest

And those who'd search beneath the white

Who for love nor life would never yield

Who know not peace to ease their blight

Shan't get to mine that I shall shield