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[cordilleran2]

Come to my Land

my darling dear

and I will give you the turquoise skies,

with the armadas of thunderheads

that march thorugh

after St. Swithun’s day

and before Michelmas

which flicker at night

like Paschal candles;

the golden desert, and

The emerald trees on the bank

Of the sapphire river

And the vines that grow deep,

In the bones of ancient seas,

the fossil beaches and reefs and lost desert

And the rivers of fire

Turned to blackened stone.

I will give you the Sangiovese,

my darling dear,

That stains the aged wood and metal;

the blood of aged Jove

poured and squeezed,

to dream within darkened oak barrel of candlelight and laughter--

the blood of the earth and tears of the sky.

I will give you a share

of the kingdom of earth and sky,

my darling dear,

made of bone and stone

and feather-cloaked crag.

I will give you fountains of fire and water

from the center of the earth,

and the pines that sway and creak

in the winds of winter and summer.

I will give you an island

in the sea of time,

floating in the sky and

a cathedral hewn from living stone

where you can sing

in the language

from across the sea.

And I will place

a coronel of copper and turquoise

upon your beautiful brow.

If you come to the Land

and be my bride and queen,

My darling dear.