The Celtic sea /
Hither and come in my silver boat earrings and wild hair
Reading Tristan and iseult in the border worlds
The painted little gypsy wagon by these periwinkle seas
Our long journey back to where we came from
The woodcuts are framed of sirens and alknost
I too am replete with birdsong that will make you forget yourself
Time too will be a map from where we are standing to a dreamed o...
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