I long for lost horizons, for castles in the dale For wise and mighty dragons, and painted ships that sail For wizards in the towers and kings upon the throne Enchanted swords a-blazing, swift arrows straight and long
I long for misty valleys where legends come alive To wander through a meadow where nothing ever dies Say secret words of moving that open doors of stone To wear a crown of silver, a necklace made of bone
I long for wild adventure, a princess as the prize To ride a winged stallion swiftly ‘cross the sky To hold a ring of power, a brilliant ice-blue stone Just to live in ages ever where magic still is known
I have been writing songs and poetry since my early 30's. They seem to come in fits and starts with a handful coming all at once and then months or years in between. I also take nature photo's and perform regularly. It's all good. I work in order to be able to do the things I enjoy.
Towers float in the belly of the ocean tilting metronomic in the gentleness of a windless afternoon. No lights shine from the glassless windows and no bird settles ever on the glossy green roofs. The horizon never settles but exercises