Dust and Dreams-A Journey
Distant Shore (Wisdom)
Distant Shore
I shall save you from your yourselves, oh heathens and demons of yore,
Gather round the firelight, and I shall spin tales of flight of fancy,
To forevermore:
In younger days, in varied ways,
I shone like a Sir Lancelot steed,
What with my shield of fury to lead,
Upon the glistening ice road of crystal raindrops,
Shone like a star, when I felled the Cyclops,
My stallion of winter, galloping madly to Heaven's door,
Where sat I, still and purged,
My hearty young heart unscourged,
As I gazed upon the shore, of forevermore.
My maiden fair, awaiting my return,
From the tower of stone, sat Cilla, to yearn,
Along the route to that holy place of sun and brush,
To catch a mere glimpse of the distant shore,
Of forevermore,
Yet gray my countenance was,
As the years of futile search passed, less lush,
And sat I, a broken man,
Ne'er gazing upon that fabled land,
That lies along the shore,
That invincible, aching shore,
Of forevermore.....
2002
Cristine M. DiMario
I shall save you from your yourselves, oh heathens and demons of yore,
Gather round the firelight, and I shall spin tales of flight of fancy,
To forevermore:
In younger days, in varied ways,
I shone like a Sir Lancelot steed,
What with my shield of fury to lead,
Upon the glistening ice road of crystal raindrops,
Shone like a star, when I felled the Cyclops,
My stallion of winter, galloping madly to Heaven's door,
Where sat I, still and purged,
My hearty young heart unscourged,
As I gazed upon the shore, of forevermore.
My maiden fair, awaiting my return,
From the tower of stone, sat Cilla, to yearn,
Along the route to that holy place of sun and brush,
To catch a mere glimpse of the distant shore,
Of forevermore,
Yet gray my countenance was,
As the years of futile search passed, less lush,
And sat I, a broken man,
Ne'er gazing upon that fabled land,
That lies along the shore,
That invincible, aching shore,
Of forevermore.....
2002
Cristine M. DiMario