By the smoke-ringed rains,
Where a time that never really was,
Of butterflies
And bees
That buzz,
Begins,
A tall bird stood
Who came from the forest
Of alder trees
From the winding wood,
Alone, wandering,
Seeking a way of speaking,
Remembering the tales of an ancient day,
Forgetting the present,
Standing still in the wind,
Watching the fish for a moment,
In the sea, leaping
In the sunlit sea,
In the lights that danced,
Star-finned,
Hearing the distant call
Of dolphins,
And the laughter of otters
Who lived in the bay,
In the haunted lagoon,
Among the phantom ships,
So tall,
With opalescent sails.
But no one is there,
Where
The seas on the shore so gently fall
Where the melodies of the moon
Encircle the stones that arise
Where the fairies
Sang and spun their magic spells
Still the tall bird dwells
By the shore, wading,
His toes…
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