She beckons to me
Across the meer
To pass on weir
With ne'er a fear
So will I follow
Her beckon and call
Over waterfall
To the Land of Shi.

A hundred yards tall
Trees shed canopy
Bowers invite me
Framed in mystery
Horizon isles
In glassy blue float
Waters on the moat
A boat's tall and small.

Such is wonderland
Through a looking glass
Where no shadows pass
On the silver grass
Nor beast skulks in lair
Only rainbows sprung
Where time ever young
Whistles down the wind.

Copyright Robin Ouzman Hislop 2004