Narnia wanted again
Soft the hand that seeks his velvet
But never to hold the unlimited day
How to hold truth that love lasts forever
When love seeks to scuttle away?
For I have loved them all in essence
My romantic darling had me had
Love I loved the idea too much hurting
Lamp posts in the midnight have I trapped
Not that they stone folk unmoved
They were blithe and birds sang their way
Rather I looked for the lamp post to Narnia
For those who are alas away
And yet one lit me beyond all coldness
In heat, in truth, in sense of being drawn
Will I see his eyes flash the tears of remembrance
And feel his velvet paws,that glorious morn where
Oh too yes I am a child again and nothing
Takes from the path of winter and no Christmas gift
When I again push back dust in the back of wardrobe
Oh Christ, oh love,oh Aslan,oh precious uplift!
