Scrying Stone

Scrying Stone
 

 

My brave Trevor rode off today

In service to the King

So that I may remember him

He left me this gold ring

If I would look upon his face

All I need do is sing

To my scrying stone

 

There sits my Trevor even now

So much alone. Does he

Know that I truly miss him and

Pray that he longs for me?

But there now appears another-

Oh my heart! Who is she

In my scrying stone?

 

My Trevor bids the maid god morn

As she begins to race

Into strong arms that once held me

The glow upon his face

Tells me I have lost my Trevor

Ever shall my tears find place

On this scrying stone

 

1991 (c) Richard Novak