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Saturday, February 11, 2017

POSEIDON'S DOOR'S WIDE OPEN




"What you search for you have found,"
        the prophet said to me,
"You don't know it yet but you will see;
That elusive place called home
        you so deeply need
Will appear when you attain 
        tranquility."

Across the brazen sands
Beyond the forests of the deep,
The Gates of Hercules reopen 
        once again;
Sailing to the Hesperides
Where prized apple trees
        stand
And a tossing golden bough
 Throws shades upon the 
          strand.

It is just before the full of the moon,
These are the nights I cannot ever
        sleep.
Heavy gusts of wind
Blow westward off the lake,
Memories of loved ones parade
        past me in my sleep:

Poseidon's door's wide open 
        and I see
The stuff of dreams and distant
         fabled seas,
A palace in the riverlands,
         pyramid to the sky
Across the Nile and through
         vast distant sands.    




(C)2016 by W.G. Milne