These are the lands

Beyond the night, looking
..skeptical of my angst
..disgust .. ;
I cannot ignore
the life that flowers
within these doors . . .
somehow I'm told I must

Give me three or four
..whiskeys
and I will sing you a hymn
..of times long gone
..times yet to begin

like imaginitive plains
where wide-eyed ambition
and youthful indescretion walk
eternally hand-in-hand

When the impulse of the dream
was made living
upon the instant it demands

and the merry-makers
and back-stabbers embraced
coldly
one last time
in dizzy predawn array :

these are the lands
fortold and sublime

these are the lands
become my home