A friend whom I deeply respect penned these magical lines. I hope that you enjoy!
Originally posted on The Sword and the Towel:
Lilacs like a frosted calm
Are whispering their Balkan psalm
Within a shaded woodland on
The brim of Celladora.
And a cove of granite gray
Descending to an azure bay
Has chilled a mist of ocean spray
Nearby in Celladora.
Some have said a mystic tune
Is heard to trill at harvest moon
Or sing a canon with the loon
Who lives at Celladora.
And a lamb is sometimes seen
For but a moment in between
The distant lily heads that lean
Away from Celladora.
I have wondered once or twice,
What if these Celladoran nights
Were meant for nothing but these sights?
And what if this is beauty’s sleep
Which lingers only ‘til the sheep
Who is the wood, the cove, the tune