Bluer and darker and deeper is The oft' sadly sung of "wine dark sea" Than any cowardly, callous flow Cleansing a crown of its dignity The hawk paddles mighty wings through air
My frightening hair My scarey rabbit My lightning dream My bag of acorns My holey doughnut My crescent moon My amber party My pleasant doom My stick like a snake My Abraham Link-Coin
The ways of then ; the three roads crossed Fortuitous friend of the ebony strider Smiling with me for the feast and the pheasant Delicate flagon raised to the galleon
One moment in time we'll be plucking This consciousness from the strained air To feel twixt our fast palms an echo Pulsating and earthing lost years You whistle when you should be sucking
Heated by a lone icy stone That set itself before as rock I took as my immortal throne The crystal in our dear Lord's clock And though the frost was savage cold