Two Towers - In Gowan Ring

Wind away the hours

Laid up to the sun

Hide behind two towers

When all the world’s work is done

Set a life upon the way to bide

All that bodies become

Left alone along the lay to bind

All the mind has shunned

Gather up the flowers

Born up from the womb

Hasten lest they sour

A deed brought to the tomb

Catch the longing dream that time beguiles

From cradle to the bone

Lonely limbs just limp in life awhile

To touch the weathered home

Careless as a willow

Constant as an oak

Ages churn and wallow

Through hands pass as they grope

Past and future splayed astride

The hollow heaving chest

Gnarled hands curve to inscribe

The fading notion useless

Heedless shall we swallow

Our riddles never spoke

With the merit of no answer

To meliorate the joke

Wind away the hours

Laid up to the sun

Hide behind Two Towers

When all the world’s work is done