Of Wool and Sheep

Here I float, anon, alone,

Buoyant, floating; Sea of Shadows.

I dimly remember a What and When,

floating ‘lone, The Opal Sea; wild throes.

Of Kismet, of Queen,

of enemies Unseen,

of Wool and Sheep,

of Eirinn’s greenest Trees,

…I weep.

Timeless trap, to which I am thrown,

Sea of Shadows, surrounding me,

Ever. Anon. I float alone.

– F

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