Sponsor |  dangermosaics | Oct 13, 2007 3:14pm | On The Path to I-Breazil
a pre-Christian Irish name for an eden
beyond the horizon of the sea
How in my enemies eyes can I not see god?
This my sin, not thine.
How in my eyes can he not see mine?
This my sin, not thine.
This man who stands against me changed not my place.
He obscures my vision of the horizon,
I-Breazil, celestial space.
Not upward but forward lies my eternal grace.
I-Breazil, where all good women wear Irish tatted lace.
Visions and swords with my enemy may cross.
Our eyes beset on that which was lost.
The distant horizon we both perverse
by believing our heavenly visions reverse.
The horizon we seek is one and the same.
And unless this traveler comes up lame, step a side I will.
This I'll pray in any god's name.
For our paths are set, I care not where.
Mine unto I-Breazil, the heavenly fair. |
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