Of smelted core and drifting shallows

play a tune of a summer breeze,

of half life and a distant land,

in the brazenness of molten cheese

find a castle in the sand

 

let the lack not defeat the lustre

the wooden bowl with the silver spoon

let vanity not make you fluster

a broken chord with the silver moon

 

let the firefly flicker the candle supreme

and trounce the troll under the bridge tonight

let ecstasy crest the trough of my dream

and carry me in the hem of her flight

 

beyond the wall of destiny’s fire

the crackled thorn in the skin of one

the future shrinks back into the shire

and the past lies dead and done