Alchemisland

I feel my heart beating

Silence through you are speaking

Please repeat

Replete with apple trees 

I, their keeper, this Eden

Hesperidean ideal, idyll’s idyll

Rilles to vision thrilling, birds trilling in derision of 

Time passing like the last of the villagers leaving

They will flood it to build a dam, the green where we made easy

Playing football enjoying summer breezes, seething water

Will wheeze and wheel over forevermore

Bee loud clover smotheringly cover over.