where_the_grass_begs_to_be_trampled daf The promise was not forgotten, love but kept safe within the confines of a heart as yet unmet And God alone knows why the wait was long insistent longing ache But if nature does not respond to pressure tell me heart who could've rushed its pace? Here now in the glen beyond the meadow where crepuscular rays break through the virgin pine there are eyes watching you only a dance and chase away from where the grass breaks and begs to be trampled. 080408 what's it to you? who go blather from