Re-entering Lemuria
7 06 2007I drew a door in the air,
A hobbit hole door
Into another world.
I heard a flute on the breeze,
A silver flute
Held by Le Enchanteur.
Like Pan, she calls,
And those who follow
Dance with every step.
And there are many steps,
The highways and byways
Of Lemuria are numerous.
Some will lead down,
To the endless shores
Where white capped waves break.
Some will lead up,
To peaks of mountains
Where the air is like wine.
Some lead to a wondrous city,
The streets filled with
Colour, aroma and sound.
In this place, this Lemuria,
All roads lead to Le Enchanteur
You will find her wherever you go.
Lemuria is a woman,
Combing her hair in the sun
And singing her siren call.
Oh Gail! This is just lovely. What a beautiful piece. I am a bit emotional today and you have made me all teary
with more emotion.
“Lemuria is a woman” so beautiful. And the many places our minds take us is rather remarkable.
Bo
This is beautiful, Gail. You really capture the wonders of Lemuria.
Just beautiful… I especially love the descriptive “hobbit hole door,”I call my workplace, the hobbit’s hole because it is where I escape to be alone with my muse. Perhaps Le Enchanteur is here, too, in spirit. Great poem, my friend.
Wonderful!