THIS LAND

THIS LAND

No one can destroy This Land again. 

Those who will be doomed –are doomed, 

judged forever. 

I am standing on the ramparts looking down 

to the sea-washed walls; 

complete clairvoyance wraps itself around me, 

enfolds me as a cocoon, silky, soft, yet free; 

I understand; 

I turn and run, but his arms

encircle me, lightly. 

I see another star between us, 

twinkling bravely in the 

brilliant, blazing sun. 

His eyes are sad but laughing,

his smile is sweeter then sweet. 

I watch our shadows walking side by side, 

close than closer in this life. 

He places a red rose in my hand, 

he says, this is for you. 

My heart is full – full to breaking. 

Our stars are wild this night –

wild this night – 

Richly warm, honey covered 

Is this night, 

in this Land, this night– 

No one can destroy this land again