In nights of no wind
When just animals speak
From the hills to the valleys
Shadowed so deep
A river like silk
Runs silent and dark
Over boulders of gold
That lie in it’s path
Through forests of emerald
Growing tall on it’s banks
Past glades softly silvered
Where Unicorns prance
To cliffs where the river
Falls ravaged and torn
To the plains far beneath
Where a new world is born
Dim lit by a Moon
Is this land of the fawn
Where gossamer wings
It seems are the norm
For faeries at peace
That in flowers do lie
Are a reason perhaps
That we all want to fly
Yet who could not see
Such a mythical place
(As Shakespeare imagined)
Where time has no place
Is the food for our minds
An infusion of grace
Imagined
Essential
Should you wish to escape
There are many such rooms
In your mind
You may make
-
Egal Bohen
March 2008
When just animals speak
From the hills to the valleys
Shadowed so deep
A river like silk
Runs silent and dark
Over boulders of gold
That lie in it’s path
Through forests of emerald
Growing tall on it’s banks
Past glades softly silvered
Where Unicorns prance
To cliffs where the river
Falls ravaged and torn
To the plains far beneath
Where a new world is born
Dim lit by a Moon
Is this land of the fawn
Where gossamer wings
It seems are the norm
For faeries at peace
That in flowers do lie
Are a reason perhaps
That we all want to fly
Yet who could not see
Such a mythical place
(As Shakespeare imagined)
Where time has no place
Is the food for our minds
An infusion of grace
Imagined
Essential
Should you wish to escape
There are many such rooms
In your mind
You may make
-
Egal Bohen
March 2008
