Let us go unto the hollow
where the well of deepest drink was dug before,
To sacred shaded hollow, carved from landscapes
told in tales from long ago of ever more.
Trust we in the hollow
whence abide relinquished dreams, past buried fates,
Restive shelter within hollow where,
with purpose, we will serve among frail wraiths,
Ghosts that haunt the hollow
seeking chances lost in pasts of empty tales
To drink again of dreams and fates,
sip nacre, dipped from hollowest of shells.
There in hollow shadows
we shall find the well again,
Unresisting, drown all sorrows
from the hollow of our pain.
scottishmomus 