06-09-2014, 05:59 AM
Yours are the shores that childhood built
from Toyland to the Old Mill, Smugglers Top
to the Enchanted Wood. Somewhere between
seven and fourteen, castles grew over the fairy rings
and witches hunted kings to Ynis Witrin. Later,
druids sang to flame and forest as three goddesses
tripped over hearth and heather. There, together,
yet still apart: in mountain mist, in salmon streams,
there lies my heart.
from Toyland to the Old Mill, Smugglers Top
to the Enchanted Wood. Somewhere between
seven and fourteen, castles grew over the fairy rings
and witches hunted kings to Ynis Witrin. Later,
druids sang to flame and forest as three goddesses
tripped over hearth and heather. There, together,
yet still apart: in mountain mist, in salmon streams,
there lies my heart.
It could be worse