Island of apples
On Avalon's shore
Highland of bagpipes
I write as you score
Try to imagine
All Eden can store
Find me my dragon
I'll open the door
We wander from our fairy mound
He walks into a human town
It's down and down and down and down
And costs our wings and flower crowns
I watch him seek them round and round
In mortals, mirrors, and follow counts
But seems to deem me so unsound
When I say what is lost is found -
In an entirely different realm
I am the sound, the sun, a road
The one less traveled by - uknown
I am a song, a psalm, a poem
The ones I played, and sang, and spoke
I am the sea, a wave, her boat
I'm sand and ceremonial smoke
I'm solid like my love, a stone
I'm happy here, I'm finally home
There is one thing that isn't, though:
I'm not what's hanging from their rope
I did not sign a suicide note
Nope
XO