Journey the Land of Evermore.

Rest well my friend for it is more than expected that
You may request some time to indulge yourself in the sky.

Indulge your mind with the ever present whisperings of the muse,
The sounds of cascading water across the stones that break the fall
Smoothing as they sooth, forever are they speaking the truth upon
This journey of ours, this voyage of interpretation.

Journey the land of evermore, the land of babe Oaks and ancient kings.
Giants tear, uprooting the forest as our lady laments to sing.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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