Further than Hoy
the mermaids whisper
through ivory shells
a-babble with vowels
Further than history
the legends thicken
the buried broken
vases and columns
Further than fame
are fleas and visions,
the hermit's cave
under the mountain
Further than song
the hushed awakening
of country children
the harp unstroked
Further than death
your feet will come
to the forest, black forest
where Love walks, alone.
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