Monday, March 5, 2012

The Days of Yore to Fore





Bring with you the blossoms of Avalon
Arched gateways from the lea
Plant them in New Avalon
At the shore by the sea

Near the well we shall drink
From a single cup
Dawn to the noon of night
Till dusk we shall sup

To our twilight years
We shall wine and dine
As we drink sweet love
The wedding cup of thine

We shall count the stars
Our journey’s traverse
Shoot across the sky
As we create our universe


Cathy…from a friend



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