giovedì 30 aprile 2009

To my beloved one(s)

But I am the archer the lover of laughter,
And mine is the arrowed flight.

I am the archer, and my eyes yearn after the unsullied sight.
Born of the dark waters of the daughters of night,
Dancing without movement after the clear light.
Oh Perithian fate be kind in the rumbling and trundling rickshaw of time.
Hooked by the heart to the king fisher's line,
I will set my one eye for the shores of the blind.

(Robin Williamson - "The Mad Hatter's Song")

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