Far far away…
far beyond the ripples at my feet,
far beyond the ocean swells and valleys,
a tiny ship is receding in the gathering mist
as it sails on the curvature of time
and silently slips out of sight
beyond the thin line of the distant horizon,
blown by the winds of my imagination
to follow an ancient route mapped by the stars,
destined for the phantom isle of Avalon
which lay somewhere across the misty sea from Britain,
the isle where legend and Arthur’s Excalibur
were forged and where today ‘tis said
the king lies in rest with Guinevere awaiting the call
to return to his mythic throne.
Anna
I want to follow that "route mapped by the stars" right now! :)
Axilea
Love Always,
Chanti xoxooxoxoxoxo
How this sails and how it takes me along!
Glorious craft.
John
Yes, if only Morgan had not seduced Arthur there might have been a reconciliation!
I think Mark Twain thinks Guinevere's a bit shallow and I suppose she is, always loving whoever is strongest ( A Conn Yankee in King Arthur's Court)
Blessings,
Christine
Regis