That fall from ecstatic union,
An eon on a far horizon.
Until now, when only echoes remain,
Which will also vanish again
On this skyline that draws the pain
As though a veiling curtain.
What was the air that stole
On that river isle day sojourn,
Like voices whirled round a maypole
From my heart the living poem
& mocked my madness in my passing.
That eon on a far horizon,
Where every one was one.
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Be safe,
Karen
I have enjoyed the reading of "The Isle of Soto".
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU