A year today

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In Memory of Mark McCann

Through diamond eyes they skim the skies
and touch the dancing trees
where fireflies meet, from lamplit street
to deep eternal seas.
They chart the lost lands of the west
Where Tir-Nan-Og awaits the best
And our old friend shall find his rest,
Laughing along the breeze!
Fortunate as you please!

And nod to old Odysseus there
Upon his travels set
From Ithaca to Ithaca
Time fading his regret
Byzantium, the golden port
of mysteries, now found, long sought
and secrets with adventures taught,
Phoenix singing yet!
Poets do not forget!

To Hesperides where whistling winds
Will open sweet the gate
Where voyagers end and begin
And Time itself shall wait,
Till once again your eyes grow young,
And through the legends you will run
Into the palace of the sun
Kissing your old nurse, Fate!

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