YES-IT-IS-LITERALLY-YOU
King Arthur had his Camelot
and then his Avalon.
And had his high ideals
Alfred Lord Tennyson.
Wilde had his wit.
Burns had his Muse.
Kane had his rosebud.
I've all of them in you.
Plato had his Atlantis,
Helen had her Troy.
The Tibetans have their Shambalah.
High Romance had the Werther boy.
Blake had his Albion.
Coleridge had his Xanadu.
Kane had his rosebud.
I've all of them in you.
PEACE-AND-REST-IS-LIKE-
AN-ETERNAL-QUEST
Pursue the white whale.
Pursue the golden fleece.
Pursue the holy grail
but will you find peace?
EMILY D. AND DYLAN T.
If corn has ears
can it not have eyes?
And cannot water sit
if land can lie?
BARDIC-SELF-PROPHECY-POEM
The crowing of the dawn cock
perhaps I'll hear tomorrow
though the wizardry of the warlock
will descend on the side of sorrow
like tails on the tossed coin.
In the jester's laughter find I'll not join.
THE-GONE-TO-GOLD-POT-
NORTH-GODS
The world-serpent, the world-tree,
Asgard at the end of the rainbow-bridge.
Odin and his Queen of the Fairies,
yes this is where the Norse-gods all lived,
the palace now but a pot of gold.
It's enough to make even a frost-giant cold.
ON-THE-DARKLING-HORSE-
CALLED-POSEIDON
The girl rode up and down the shore
until - finally - saddle-sore,
she left the white-horses of the sea
with her man-gone-memory.
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