Do you chase that other Eden,
ruled by nine sisters, that dreaming place
that swims just past wave-kissed vision,
where women pose as mermaids
and stretch their arms over the Atlantic?
This is the heart of legend, spawning the ore
used to forge the sword in the stone:
the land of mist and promises,
where kings are made,
where all journeys end.
The quest for the elusive
Noel, thanks so much for reblogging this!
Excellently done, Noel. by the way, we did lose out, much to my dismay. I eat back my words, pal.