the embrace

Brigadoon I

once every hundred years
it rises from the mists
shimmering
in utopian glory

those who wander in and stay
flourish
embraced by Love’s presence
unrestrained

those who arrive
in its morning
and depart again at its dusk
ever after hunger

for a vision
nameless
just out of reach



Brigadoon II


once

every hundred years

what do you make of it?

         -  pb © 2012  - from "untying the web"


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