Giving

I would not go empty-handed
For it's been drummed into me
Give anything, but give

A hand-tied bunch from the garden
A stone smoothed by the love of a hand
Sea glass of blue and green
Sharp edges gone now by the shapeshifting sands
Give anything, but give

Feathers found in the forest
A cross made of rushes
A stick, weathered, not broken
Give anything, but give

A penny from your pocket
Hair for the locket
A book, dog-eared and tired
That might just hold a mystery unfolded

In my pocket I found from you
The sweetest treasures wrapped in leaves
We followed the trail into the light
And searched the forest far and wide

And all the way, side by side
Gathering our scattered thoughts
You have my heart, what will I do?
For now we're coming home

In my pocket I found from you
A handful of our memories
We followed the trail into the night
And left the forest far behind
You have my heart, what will I do?
For now we're coming home