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Where Next We Plant Our Feet |
Of vistas vast as desert sky,
we dream a dream we shan't deny
of blooming orchard, thriving vine,
abundant honey, fruit and wine.
We'll bid adieu to forest glade
for paysage pure as Palisade,
or paradise of peace and smiles
amid the rich Canary Isles.
The inner plane persistent speaks
of huts and Himalayan peaks;
of bliss and bounty found, per chance,
in Lisbon, Greece, or Southern France,
And fancy be a lake or stream,
the scent of sea, an ocean dream;
a view that overlooks the Rhine--
a charming cottage sounds divine.
A rainbow spreads across the sky;
The Fates attend its feu de joie.
The heart, the eye within me sees
the breadth of possibilities.
The Empress winks a knowing eye;
our Ace of Pentacles is nigh!
Now, let us dream it real, My Sweet,
where next, when next we plant our feet.
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Christina Finlayson 
