16 July 2008


the ruddy glow of the old-fashioned lamp

a shadow though the jalousies a cry

as potoo grasps her prey this is the high

and reverent worship which we must stamp

upon each soul even as tired feet tramp

uphill again past every staring eye

through the long shades without a single sigh

within your thought you deem this place a camp

in the far distance something you can't see

will draw you onward fill your mind with fire

of what you do not know but want to find

past this last valley there's an open sea

and beyond that all that you could desire

the price is that you leave your heart behind

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