Lands of Mist

Avalon, in lands of mist
castles that the sun has kissed
How many waves will reach
your sun-bleached stone
and not break through?

Yet as we stand defended
the chance of love is ended
before it really comes to find
a place and space within our lives

but dreams live on
and startling, the sun on autumn morn
will shine in skies so blue
that the deep of every lighter hue
comes forth

to tell a tale of worth
for all of time
as birdsong chimes
upon the winds
that come to take us home


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