Illyria

Illyricum, Illyria!
to set sail from the center
of the earth, great city,
Imperium sine fine

Illyricum, Illyria!
oh ancient wooded glade
and karst mysterious!
oh green fabled shores...

Illyricum, Illyria!
where tight-packed trees
birth cool winds which whisper
truth primordial

Illyricum, Illyria,
land of hillside courts
of potent romance
where the bard sings still


I come to you
through sea and storm

Illyricum, Illyria!

Whirlwind

After the banquet did the winds rise
through the dark metal spires and
streamlined industrial yards, roaring over
the infrared efficiency of the city.
Our fears built with the crashing storm like a
speeding train bearing down upon us, and climaxing
when, I tell you true, the tumult subsided at once.
In a deafening silence, in an endless instant,
I whispered into her ear, "I'm floating away."