Royal Street 007 (The Echo)

 The king departs; the queen follows close behind,

Then, one by one, their parting bells did toll.

Memories of the Mayflower, now but a subtle chain that binds;

The old leaves fall, their legacy the hearth told.

In royal street, they sing their songs;

The buds dancing to their melody.

Our cradle, where love belongs,

In this harmony comes our rhapsody.

As the mother trunk slowly gives way,

Its quiet scaffoldings their descents make.

In us, a part of them do stay;

With them, a part of us did take.

Thlatun 23, 2025

Eventide