Lyonesse

Lost world beyond the edge
of all we thought we once knew
where few lingering dreams remain;
hills and vales of youthful abandon,
streams and clear Spring rivers flow,
memories etched on spiral carved stones,
still standing proud through millenia of turmoil,
timid roebucks, comely muse and maiden smiles,
life and laughter at a slower, a gentler, pace,
real-time conversations with sprites and undines,
myriads and wood nymphs...
A single shadow spire reaches up,
reminds passsing ocean vessels
of something lost for now.