HALCYON ISLAND
HALCYON ISLAND Ruth potters in stalls; a pearl ring winks It tickles her heart; she models its grace. A pillar of light propels her to clouds Time and space whirl; the old world melts. A white isle glints; two seraphs chant prayers Ruth bows and kneels; her garb is regal. The angel priest sings to... Sign in to see full entry.