My life was made of movement

Beneath the starry wheel;

Content, I left in Paradise

The imprint of my heel,


For bright Arcadia beckoned me,

And peaceful Erewhon followed;

Tir-na-nog did pull at me,

But still I chose the road.


Rivers enticed me with murmurs,

White-haired mountains slept

Above me in misty valleys

Whilst to my path I kept.


Deserts painted, and deserts where

Even Gaia stops to yawn,

Kept me not from my sweet track,

The trail I wandered down.


I saw lightning on sudden seas,

Tangled trees where trolls abide,

Crystal caves of secret glitter;

But now I leave my trek aside.


I have travelled seeking Beauty

In baroque and simple guise.

Let me now combine the two,

let me wander in your eyes.

BT Murtagh


~ by B.T. Murtagh on April 23, 2008.

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