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Remembered Fields of Light

Was Arthur King of Brittany, the Bear,
My kin and brother in those ages past
Or was I he who wed fair Guinevere
Whose destiny with Lancelot was cast?
Why do the pains of centuries occur
In moments when my heart envisions her
Or when I listen close and hear the call
To battle from the mouths of vanished kings,
And know my armour’s sound in that great hall,
Aware these are no vain imaginings,
For I am there again in other space,
On the face of time my ageless fingers trace
Crystal cities of teal and amethyst
In glistening light before my ancient eyes,
Appearing slowly from a silver mist
To burn in sovereign splendour through the skies.
I smell the earth, the forests rich with peat
And tender moss that sinks beneath my feet.
I move through these remembered fields of light

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