by Skye Shae Bonati April 12, 2025 You will take care of me: As a song in your hand, Cup your fingers to stave What my enemy’s planned; I’ll sing your harmony. And if you let me go, I’ll fling notes ‘pon the sky! With father’s keen vision Train a bow as I fly; Bury arrow in foe. However, if pleasure You gain more on ground, I’ll let molt these pinions And carol earthbound— Still there I’m your treasure. And when our communion Is had better by loss, Lead me up the dark road